Open letter to the angry man in the Wendy's drive-thru

Dude. Seriously. You are wound WAAAAAY too tight. Yeah, I know I was rude when I honked at you and yelled at you to get the hell out of my way, but you were in the drive-thru. Stopped. At a point which prevented me from pulling up to the little box where the static comes out and one places one's order. There was no one immediately in front of you. That means there was room for you to pull up further so that I could place my order and get my kids to their 2 separate baseball games at 2 separate fields in 2 separate quadrants of our city. So yeah, I was impatient and rude.

But dude? Getting out of your car to yell at me while I was trying to place my order at the little box? Totally uncool. Are you aware that the whole restaurant heard our friendly little exchange? Yep -- all of it. So they heard you tell me you "didn't appreciate" me honking. And they heard me tell you that, contrary to what you might think, I was not actually placed on this planet for you to appreciate. Ummm? People thought I was funnier. I'm just sayin'.

And your suggestion that I "work on" my issues was REALLY funny, considering I was relatively calm and you had these bulgy veins in your temple and neck that looked kinda scary. I know everyone who was listening was pretty amused when you gave me the benefit of the doubt and asked if I'd had a bad day and I responded, "It was fine until you showed up!"

So I hope you are ummm, working on your issues. And just so you know, I apologized to all of those people who had to listen to that little drama unfold. For both of us. You're welcome.