I was in the car behind my boyfriend's when you sped up to him from 500 feet away on an empty street in Tustin. For some reason, you were irked that he had turned right at a stoplight, even though it was legal and didn't affect you whatsoever. But now, my favorite part: Remember when the three of us got to the next stoplight? You pulled up next to him, rolled down your window and yelled, "Where did you learn how to drive?!" to which I—a complete stranger to you—replied, "SHUT THE HELL UP!" from my car. And you listened to me! Authority feels good.
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