Yesterday when we were driving back from the park through one of those awful residential neighborhoods where every house is identical, my sister was cut off by a girl in her early twenties. Had I been driving, I would've put up my middle finger, made a vulgar gesture and been on my way. My sister, however, a new mother and a former crazy driver herself, decided to take things a few steps further. When she realized the girl was pulling into a driveway just a few houses away, she put her car in reverse and followed the girl home. She then put her car in neutral, pulled up the emergency break, and got out of the car. From the sidewalk she yelled at the girl about driving safely, social graces and everything else a girl of twenty-four or so couldn't give a rat's ass about... all while I ducked down in the passenger seat hoping to god the girl wasn't packing or some crazy meth head, because based on all the meth commercials they have out here, crazy meth heads are fairly common.
Although their verbal altercation lasted less than a few minutes, the whole time my sister keeping her cool and being quite eloquent, while the trashy youngster dropped F-bombs left and right, it was pretty much something you'd expect to see out of a movie. After the girl gave my sister the finger for the fourth time, my sister threw her arms up in the air and said, "I wish I had a thesaurus to throw at you!"
My sister, the new mother and former crazy driver, got back into her car, put it in drive and drove off. When I finally pulled myself up from my hiding position a few blocks away, she looked at me and asked: "Do you think I'm crazy?" I told her yes I did, but I'd never want it any other way.
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