Cutting Remarks

[Hey, You!] Road rage means never trying to say you're sorry

To the blond, foulmouthed mother in the silver F-150. Thank you for screaming obscenities at me while I tried to apologize to you. I didn’t mean to cut you off, and I was in a good mood, so I tried to make it better with a smile and “I’m sorry.” But you would have none of that. Instead, you demanded I pull over so you could slit my throat and shove your daughter’s shit down my neck. Way to teach your kid some manners! From then on, I vowed never to say I’m sorry again. I guess this hood should stay out of Brea.

Matt Bors

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