road rage

So, I'm taking Jonnie (my daughter) to work. At an intersection I make a mistake. I inch into said intersection just as another bitch...er, chick is turning. I instantly throw up my hands in a gesture of good will and apology. She glares at me through the entire turn knowing, 1. this will erase the incident and, B. remind me what a douche bag I am.

Now, typically, I am a pretty laid back chick and laugh at this kind of ridiculous bullshit. I cannot let this go for the next 10 blocks to Jo's work. I invade her delicate, shell-like ears with profanity and the inherent evil of the human race. Poor Jo.

I need a hug.