The pressure of catching the elevator at the airport parkade must’ve plugged your narcissitic ears. I said excuse me, but you were so focused in controlling your wife and kids you didn’t hear me. The light brush of my bag makes you bitch to me that I should have excused myself. You’re lucky your kids were there.
I heard your son say “stop.”
Another day; your time will come sooner or later.
—No excuses
This article appears in Aug 16-22, 2018.
I would have politely berated him, kids, or not.