I switched shifts with a friend so I work at 7. I kept getting up through the night because I was afraid to sleep in.
Well there is no traffic this early. I can leave five minutes later.
I yelled, "Back off a second." I finished writing down the number and drove away. I was pissed though. If the guy didn't shut up and wait a second I would have been ready to get out of my car and pound him into the ground. I really have low tolerance for road rage. I have learned to be the most patient driver in the world. When I see people start things over traffic I get mad. As I was driving home I thought, "What a dirt bag. Driving his rusted out pick up and starting shit because he had to use his breaks. Dirt bag!" Then I thought about the rustiness of my car. I thought of my search for an apartment. I thought of how I was perfectly willing to get out of my car and go toe to toe with this dude who I didn't know from anyone just because I was not in a mood to take any crap. I was a dirt bag. I asked myself when this happened. I didn't have the answer.
Fortunately, that number lead to this apartment, which I am plenty happy with. The second choice apartment was actually pretty good too. I hadn't really thought about it since. In that moment I thought of all the things I haven't done or haven't accomplished. I thought of all the things I can't do because I don't have enough money. I thought of how I need to do better. It was a rough five minutes for me emotionally.
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