Word prompts for Sunday's Whirligig
My wrathful fingers pranced as the shady character began drifting into my lane while he was dialing his blasted cell phone. My obscene gestures had no affect when he drove between me and the posts to park in the only empty parking spot for blocks.
Instead of grabbing my baseball bat I keep in the car (just in case) and shattering his window in an extreme fit of road, no, parking rage. I reached deeply within myself and found the nice lady who was lolling around without a worry.
She simply told me, "Chill. Go home. Bathe. Relax. Have a drink. He ain't worth the trouble."
Instead of grabbing my baseball bat I keep in the car (just in case) and shattering his window in an extreme fit of road, no, parking rage. I reached deeply within myself and found the nice lady who was lolling around without a worry.
She simply told me, "Chill. Go home. Bathe. Relax. Have a drink. He ain't worth the trouble."
