Anger isn't where it's at

The other evening I went to the ATM at my local bank. The bank is located in an extremely busy part of town, and I was getting in on the tailend of commuter traffic.

After I transacted my business, I got in the car, pulled out of the bank lot, and started down the side street to the main road.

A car, parked parallel to the curb, was sticking out in the road. So I swerved to avoid it. At the same time, a young woman in a Saab convertible came careening around the corner and missed hitting me by inches. She rolled down her window and started yelling at me.

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