Today I'm driving through an intersection when some Karen felt that I had the audacity to be in a space that she felt that she was entitled to. So I get a rude honk.
Which sets the MOAM into a whole other mode of behavior.
If you are behind me, what purpose could you possibly have to blare your horn at me???? My instinct is to hit the brakes and slow to a crawl, if not a full stop, Then I accelerate as little as possible.... so as to exact the maximum amount of irritation possible from said Karen.
Depending upon how frustrated she looks from a quick glance in the rear view mirror, I will either proceed to normal speed, or repeat as necessary.
Sometimes, its the little things that make life truly worth living.
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