Road Rage For Beginners

Several years ago, my wife and I were going out to eat with a friend of ours and the friend’s three-year-old daughter. [Friend] needed money from an ATM and to get something for [Daughter], so we went to a grocery store. It was really busy — Friday night rush hour — so my wife went into the store to find the item while [Friend] used the store’s ATM and I drove laps around the parking lot with [Daughter]. 

On one of the laps, a car quickly came out of a row without looking, and I had to brake hard to avoid hitting them. It wasn’t the first idiot driver I’d dealt with in the last several minutes, so my temper got the better of me, and I muttered, “Stupid f***.” I must have been louder than I thought, because I immediately heard “NOOO!” from the back seat. 

I had to laugh at being lectured by a three-year-old.