Here’s the thing, driver of the shiny, new, silver Range Rover. I’m a patient person. Well, actually I’m not a patient person, but even if I was it wouldn’t have helped you today. Because, the thing is, people have limits. 
Getting cut off and nearly plowed over by you in the junior high school parking lot would have used up all of my patience, had I packed any today. My kids were still in the car with me, so all you got, in true Southern tradition, we are after all in Southern California, was, “You stu…I mean, bless his heart.” That was strike one. Continue reading
