I left my apartment on the Upper East Side singing zippity doo da as I skipped and flitted about when this car almost hit me and completely snapped me out of my reverie. I admit, I gave them a little glare, but come on, they almost hit me. They deserved a little glare. But I definitely did not deserve to have them scream "Fucking Bitch!!!" at me. I honestly just stopped and stared at them and said "really?" They sort of seemed embarrassed because that was definitely an extreme reply and we were about 3 feet away from one another, but they covered their embarrassment with another "fuck you" and screeched away.
P.S. who new the Upper East Side was so prone to angry drivers? This is the second incident in like a month. Is it me?
Yes, I am aware that I spent "knew" incorrectly. Meant to
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