It's 6:45 am and I’ve already yelled in a gas-station...

There I was 6 am feeling “put together” - I won’t say pretty because lets be honest I woke up ½ an hour after I should have, my makeup was questionable but applied and my hair was in a pony tail because I was feeling lazy. I was feeling OK about the fact that my Monday has started and I was alive and dressed. I had stopped at our local gas station for coffee (because I was too lazy to take the 30 seconds it takes to make my coffee at home). When out of nowhere this creature swings into a parking space halfway in between the “No Parking” space and the handicap space and nearly hits me.

I literally had to jump out of the way.

I give him the stare – you know the one, it says I will eat your face.

The car the douche was driving looked like it had been pulled out of a dump the night prior,  I’m surprised it even ran. Most of the time I’m not one to judge you by your vehicle (after all I really do look at them like they are a carriage but you could have caught crabs in this thing). Add to it that he almost ran me over. Anyway, After my evil glare I walked into the to store fill up my cup of coffee mug, then just as I am about to pay and leave - he strolls wobbles in.

As he walks towards the checkout – my eyes are on him like a hawk on a rat. Since he’s classy he looks at me smirks then says “You need to watch it you fat bitch, I almost hit you”.

Blood rushed to my hands, I wanted to punch something – him if we are being honest. I visualized jerking the cane from his hand and hitting him with it, but I decided I didn't really want to go to jail for beating a man with a cane - yet.  

So I hold back and FREAK because that’s what I do, I’m a freaker-outer.   I yell back at him “First off you nasty no teeth having piece of shit YOU almost hit me so YOU need to watch where you point your piece of shit car, second beer isn’t sold yet honky so go back and sit in your moldy shit wagon”.

Of course I could have been a lady and ignored him or maybe acted like an adult and decided to bite my tongue - But in this case it was too late, I let it out. Then the lady at the gas station winked at me which only reassured me that I had her full support. Because when its 6:45 am and you’ve already yelled in a gas-station you want someones support.