On my return from a tour in Vietnam, my Mom met me at the airport. When we got to the car, she asked me if I wanted to drive home. I accepted and began the 60 mile trip from Milwaukee to our home town in central Wisconsin. As I was merging onto the 4-lane, another driver cut me off and I yelled “you non-driving f**k” at him as I maneuvered to avoid a collision. A few minutes of silence followed, broken my my Mom saying “I wish you wouldn’t use that word”. I said “but Mom, it’s so dirty”. She responded, “well yes, when you use it like that”. I apologized for my language and gained a new perspective on my mother.
Can’t believe your Mom let you drive so soon after returning! Bill 0331