Entitled or Called

Someone almost crashed into me the other day. He pulled out right in front of me and I had to swerve to avoid hitting him. I didn’t curse or gesture at him. I was just relieved to have avoided the accident. However, when I looked over at him he was foaming at the mouth, face flushed and contorted with anger, and he was yelling at me through his window. The nerve! He should be thanking me and apologizing. It’s hard enough to tolerate people’s stupidity without them turning the tables on you like that.

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