rarely do I have my windows down while I’m driving, but I did today. I pulled up next to these two city workers, and I hear the supervisor speaking in an unkind way to her underling. Cut that in She says

Over here he asks turning around with his heads trimmer

Behind you Jesse, she says and what unspoken is you dumbass, from looking at her face and seeing the way that she’s looking at him. I’m immediately reminded of how I do that to people. But instead of calling myself a dumbass and make myself feel bad, this time I say no.

I do not allow myself to be spoken to like that even by me.