Monday morning as we were about to head out to run some errands I found a note under my windshield wiper. I don’t know when it was left, except it had to be somewhere between Saturday morning and Sunday after church. I’ve racked my brain trying to figure out when it could have been left and I can’t think of any possible situations. Nor do I recall this so-called event the writer calls me out on.
“I saw what you did on the freeway. Going in the wrong lane & whipping in front of someone on “thier” right. With a child in the car. Shame on you. You should of stopped and let him pass and safely gone over to the left. Think twice before you put your child in danger.”
What the? Number one, it doesn’t even make sense to me. “Thier” right so I could have gone over to the left?
Here’s the thing, Friday I went to the Asian grocery store and distinctly remember cleaning my windshield on the way home. No note under the wiper.
Saturday I worked at 7am. Took the freeway, but obviously did NOT have a child with me.
Sunday we went to church. Took the freeway, but in the car with me is World’s Most Critical Driver, aka Derrick. We don’t recall any such incident.
So unless this is a super lame attempt at a joke, I have no idea where it’s coming from.
Besides, I learned long ago not to trust big loopy cursive writers. You can’t take those jokers seriously. Am I right, or am I right?