I talked back to an old man who picked a fight with me for temporarily parking in the red zone, near my own house, in my own neighborhood, with nobody else around. First time ever and I'm 26. (Sorry mom and dad, don't blame yourselves.)
"Don't get smart with me," he spat in return, face twisting. "I'll call the towing company."
Oh no, not the *towing* company when I'm in the very act of loading up my car to leave! I didn't realize I was talking to a kid who was threatening me with how much bigger his dad is than mine.
"You do that," I replied calmly as he drove away. I even added a loud have-a-nice-day to the back of his car. Nobody can accuse me of cursing him out. I hope he does have a nice day. Maybe playing the part of parking police is all he has to live for. Can't blame him for being dedicated.
And I forgive him. I mean, how was he supposed to know I have practice dealing with behaviors of a toddler?
Game on.
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