funeral procession road rage
I got back from MA on Sunday night. The funeral went as well as to be expected. Everyone liked my speech, even though I felt a little bad that I ended up swearing in front of the pastor. I was quoting my grandmother, however, and the woman tended to be salty with her language.
Of course, that wasn't the only time I swore that day. When we were in the funeral procession on the way to the cemetery, the kid in the front of the traffic line decided to flip us off. Seems he was pissed he'd have to wait for us to go through. I proceeded to yell, "FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" at the window while flipping HIM off. Of course, I was in a car with my mother, father, grandfather and husband. Grief manifests itself in strange ways. With me, apparently, it seems to be in anger and road rage. My dad said that he was glad that I was in the middle of the back seat, because he fears that I would have jumped out of the car at pummeled the guy. The best part was at the luncheon afterwards when my grandfather told everyone what I did. My mom's cousin laughed when I said, "People just don't have manners these days." And then she agreed with me. Everyone also concurred that my grandmother would have appreciated it.