Bad Day

Everyone has a bad day, and man did I have a bad day. Saturday my wife was taking a nap when Titus our lab mix starts to love on her. As he was getting his belly rubbed, he smacks her in the eye. He ends up scratching her eye, today (Sunday) it looks bad, so we head to the emergency room. We decided after that while we waited for her prescription to be filled that we would get some groceries. It was an okay thus far. Then it was time for us to leave after the groceries and picking up her meds.

We then start to drive home. I thought I had enough room, so, I passed a guy. He pulls up next to me as he swerves into my lane and yells and flips my wife and me off. Therefore, in her frustration, she flips him off.  He throws something out of the window and then again, swerves so I freak, and before I know it, I’m trying to slow down, and we hit bumpers. Well, I try to pull over so that I could stop, and he won’t let me, so I slow and get behind him. Finally, we stop he gets out and yells. My wife gets out as I look for the hazards since this truck was given to me, and I was freaking out I forgot where they were. He still yells then gets in my wife’s face. She at this time can’t see in one eye because of Titus. She then shoves him because she felt threatened. The guy just kept on walking forward, without pushing her back, pushed her back.

I get out. He just yells and cusses, and I apologize yet he was the driver who was being an aggressive if I did cut him off, I didn’t do it on purpose, but if there was room, he sped up enough for that room to become nonexistent. He should have just said idiot and not over react. I know I wouldn’t have, or maybe I would have. Again, I’ve been without a couple of my medications, so I don’t know what kind of mood I was in, or would have been in. I know I wasn’t pissed I was more scared then anything.

The guy says I’m taking your license plate, and I’m calling the cops. I apologize again, and then he says, “Just go home.” Then he leaves, there has been a few men watching this confrontation, so they are on the phone with the police. Instead of leaving the scene, we stayed until the police came. We stated our case, and the cop said nothing could be done. Well, after all this my truck ends up with a bent bumper the other guy had nothing wrong with his truck, before he sped off.

It was a bad day. I came home my wife talked on the phone while I was in the other room crying like a babe. My faith is weak, my mind too. I’m glad we are alive, but I hate driving. We all lose our heads when we get behind the wheel. It’s a fact!

Bad Day

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About WhiteShadow

The writer of these words did not originally want to put words to paper, but to draw the glorious things he saw. However, he could not draw from images in his mind. He could only draw those things he saw that had been drawn by others. He then almost died one day and that urge to draw became the urge to write. Again, however, the fuel was not always there, and before he knew it it was his senior year of high school, and he was tasked to write a 50page novella for a final project. This became the fuel and started his path of being a full-time writer. He may have struggled and may have made no difference in the world of man nor money in his hand, but he still moves forward. He currently is writing a comic book that has an artist who draws the things that are envisioned. Life could be better, but it could be always worse. So he keeps his head low to write but high to live life. This is the story of this man, to know more, read the words he has put into the world of the web. View all posts by WhiteShadow

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