(If you don’t have time for the reading of this, you can hear it in its audio glory in the Article Voiceover above)
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Don’t be fooled by the title. However your brain might take you, it’s not that. Well, maybe it is. But likely not. But, well, maybe.
As I was driving my kid home after his tennis practice, this black Lexus kept swerving into my lane, over the line, as if it was hoping to grab a hold of my hand so we could cruise down the stretch of the road fingers intertwined.
In a surprise reaction, I sputtered out, “Stay in your lane you.. Butt..” and my brain seemed to fumble with sounds and letters and then… as suddenly as it formulated, in less than lightening speed, I exclaimed,
“Stay in your lane, you BUTTHEAD!”
What is this?
I’m in my 40s and I’m sure there are more sophisticated or expletive options that could have abound. Is this perimenopause? Is this what the brain sputters out in the heat of a moment now? Seriously. Asking for a friend.
Eh, fine. Unabashedly, asking for me, because as we all can see, that story was written in first person.
DYING 😆 Have to pay attention to those Lexus'