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Today has been a pretty normal day.

Except for one thing.

As I was driving this afternoon, a lady in a silver pickup truck tried to pull out from a traffic light in front of me. The light was green for me and red for her. I’m not a fan of this “bully” tactic many people (typically drivers of trucks or bigger cars) try to pull, so I didn’t let her in. After all, I had no reason to do so, as my light was green (and there was a big gap in traffic behind me – she could wait for one more car to go by!). A couple of minutes later I pulled into where I was going. After I parked and got out of my car, I heard a voice behind me. “Hey, that was pretty rude, wasn’t it?”

Stunned, I turned around to see a lady in a silver pickup truck behind me. I responded, “What are you talking about?” (At this point, I hadn’t made the connection in my brain as to who she was.)

Her: “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Me: “I don’t even know who you are!” (Right after I made this statement, I realized that I actually did know who she was.) The woman in that truck followed me? I thought.

Then she began to yell gay slurs at me. In order to keep this post clean, I won’t post her exact words, but it’s pretty easy to guess.

I was stunned that this was happening and didn’t even know what to say. After she yelled the word a few times at me, I replied by saying, “I’m married, you idiot!”

I’ll be the first to confess that including the word “idiot” wasn’t my finest moment. I’m sure I could have responded more lovingly. But in my defense, I do believe that my response was at least accurate, as no one with a fully functional brain would be doing the things she was doing.

She simply responded, “Yeah right!” I responded by holding up my left hand, showing my wedding ring. I then turned and began to walk away as she resumed her yelling.

At least I redeemed myself from my last response with this one. I’m sure many would have been tempted to show her a different finger than the ring finger I displayed.

This is a rare situation, but in case for some reason something similar happens in the future, I’ve been thinking about what I would do the second time around.

So I’ll conclude with the following questions: How should I have responded to this situation? How do you think you would have responded had it happened to you?