Lost In Suburbia

Speak Softly and Carry a Big Grudge

Contrary to what I generally tell people, the happiest moment of my life was not the day I got married, nor the final push when I gave birth to either of my two kids. It was the day a driver tailgated me relentlessly for five miles and then sped away… until he got pulled over by a state trooper.

Although I know it is better to forgive and forget, I am just not one of those people who is able to let these things just roll off me. There’s a big chip on my shoulder that usually gets in the way. However, I do realize that I might live a longer, healthier life if I didn’t carry a grudge… or 20 grudges, as the case may be. So, this year, I decided for my New Year’s resolution to vary from my usual pledge to lose ten pounds, to a promise to be a less vengeful person.

Therefore, in an effort to get 2018 off on the right foot, I make the following amends:

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• To the guy I met at the cash machine who told me I’d look more like a lady if I grew my hair longer: I take back the comment I made that bald men shouldn’t throw stones.

• To the man behind the counter at the store where I was returning a vacuum cleaner who made me wait 20 minutes while you pretended to read a blank piece of paper and then told me you were going on break: I apologize for telling you to “make like a vacuum and suck it.”

• To the lady behind me on the supermarket checkout line who looked at the snack food I was buying for my kids and informed me that childhood obesity is the number one problem in America: I’m sorry I told you that people who comment on the food you are buying at the supermarket are the number one problem in America.

• To the mother who shrieked at her kids in front of me for no apparent reason: I regret telling you to be nicer to your kids because when they grow up they will pick out your nursing home.

• To the guy in the fancy car who took up two parking spaces when the lot was full: I’m sorry my little car could still fit in half a spot and I parked so close you had to climb in your car from the hatchback.

• To the lady at the DMV who was just unbelievably rude to me: I’m sorry for asking you if you also need a license to work there and make everyone’s life a living hell.

• And finally, to the girl at the cosmetics counter in the department store who told me I needed six different products for my wrinkles and sagging skin: I apologize for telling you that people who work in department stores have the highest rate of premature aging.

I’ll try to come up with better retorts next year.

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