I’ve learned not to react with my first strong instinct when hassled. When I am at my best, I grit my teeth, smile and apologize. Because I am a child of Jesus.
Of course, for the next hour or so I relive the incident in my mind, telling myself what I SHOULD have told the idiot.
Have you been snooping around inside my brain again? Either that, or we’re all more alike than we would care to admit.