Dear Woman Ahead of Me at School Drop-Off This Morning:
Honey, ignore the blaring horn of the asshole behind me; we have all had those mornings when the kids won’t cooperate, when a missing backpack has sent us over the edge, when an emotional melt-down of epic proportions can no longer be delayed and our obviously distraught kindergartener just needs one more hug from mom no matter how many cars are waiting behind us.
P.S. I hope tomorrow is better.
Shut the fuck up.
That is all.