insert expletive here

This should be subtitled, did that really just come out of my mouth, or is there a truck driver in here with me.

Let me explain

Today, after my swim I left the pool and started driving to the bank. There was a fairly steady mist coming down, but no real rain. I made the wrong turn onto a street which wasn't going to get me to the bank. (note here that I am also in a bit of a hurry, I need to reach the post office before it closes and I have about 30 minutes to do my banking and get to the post office). After a series of turns I was finally headed in the correct direction. To reach my destination I needed to turn right onto Ygnacio Valley Road, a fairly well travelled 6 lane road, it was 4:30 and traffic was heavy. As I waited to turn right onto Ygnacio I watched for a break in traffic as well as the lights in all directions. I noticed the lights go to yellow and knew that soon I would be able to turn, the pedestrian signal was blinking red indicating there should be no person stepping of the curb on my side . . . I creep forward just as a VERY LARGE man steps into the cross walk. Initially stunned I look at him and mouth "sorry" his reply was to give a rather nasty look, ball up a fist and strike the hood of my beloved Miata. In the blink of an eye I went from stunned to FURIOUS. Initial glances at my hood seemed to indicate that no damage had been done, regardless I rolled down the window and shouted at this person, let's say here I wasn't nice, I commented on his size, and his questionable parentage, his intelligence and . . . there was also detonation of the F bomb.

I was still shaking when I arrived at the bank minutes later and while waiting in line the man in front of me kept turning around and staring . . . the still provoked side of me wanted to yell at him and ask him what he was staring at, the calm me prevailed and I didn't pick a fight in the parking lot at Bank of the West.

A couple of hours ago I relayed this story to Kyle. As he heard it he marveled at how calm he thought I remained. His comment was that he probably would have been out of the car, chasing the guy down and then punching him. Wow, I felt a little better already. Just as we finished this discussion I went out to put recycling in the can, and when I went out I noticed that there was indeed a dent where that creep had socked my car! I hadn't noticed it before due to the mist, now there was a greasy little dent in my car! I whole new string of expletives leaped to my lips, but they didn't pass . . . I wasn't going to let this loser ruin my evening too.

Sometimes the appropriate positioning of expletives is what you need . . .

usually not, but sometimes it works.