The day started off slow, but, then started to pick up. So, I was relaxed and happy to be alive. Until, I went to the bus stop top pick up my son. I was standing there, just waiting, when an older man came up and asked me what my country was. I smiled brightly and said "US". Then the bastard spit on me. Can you believe that. I am asked, often, what country I come from but have never gotten a reaction like that.
It took all my will power not to punch him in the mouth. My day went down hill from there.
Just a little piece of my day.
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