Open Letter

Dear Bleached-Blonde Lady with the Acrylic Nails in the Jaguar this Morning,

 

Please do not give me an indignant scowl as if I have trespassed against you by not letting you edge into my lane during your attempt to change lanes – across 3 lanes – from a dead stop. Although I am sure that you are that important to yourself, you are not actually the center of my world, too. If I had noticed you in time, I probably would have been happy to oblige. However, I did not notice you in time, because I was looking at the cars in front of me as my cue to start moving again. Perhaps you should consider that, when you make a mistake while driving, it is not everyone else’s duty to stop what they are doing while you figure out what you meant to do. Your sour face over my not letting you swerve in front of me at the last minute was unwelcome (at best) and may have actually ruined my morning. I wanted to have a nice drive to work, and you did not allow that. I do believe you owe me an apology.

 

Your friend,

-Erin