Dear woman who screamed at me after she almost hit me with her car the other night:
You made me cry when you called me a bitch. I realize that it was late and dark out but I would think that the THREE streetlights were enough for you to see me. Everyone else seemed to have no problem keeping their large metal vehicle more than mere inches away from my body. I am also pretty sure that my crossing the street was not enough to warrant you calling me, a perfect stranger, a name. Maybe if you had known that I was in the middle of a 20 minute walk home after a full day of school AND work, and that it was 30 degrees out and almost 8 pm you would have reconsidered the phrasing or loud tone of your voice.
I'm really not angry at you, instead I am going to assume that you are having a hard time, or were scared and reacted in anger because it's Christmas and that usually brings out warm fuzzy feelings in people. So I'm going to ask my friends and family to go ahead and do something a little nice for a stranger today because you never know who is having a hard time or needs a smile.
So go forth and combat the scrooges with a smile my friends!