Then, anger.

“You need to watch where you’re going,” the older driver snapped at me.

“Me? I need to watch where I’m going?” I spat.  “Screw you.  You need to slow down and watch where you’re going.  I was just walking across the road, and you nearly ran me down.”

The man, who was probably more scared than I was, scowled.  “Mister, you walked right in front of me.  You telling me you didn’t see my lights coming down the road?.”

I turned fully to the guy now, anger hot and gelid all at once inside me.

“You’re probably the asshole who ran my dog down last week,” I snapped.  “Why don’t you slow the fuck down before you kill someone else?”

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