I leaned halfway out of the car window, furiously shaking a finger at the car zooming from behind us in the next lane. “You stay there!” I roared. “Let my mother out!”
We were on the freeway and my mom had pulled to the shoulder to let an ambulance pass. As soon as it did, other cars took advantage of the newly cleared space. They zipped by so fast we couldn’t get back on the road. I was enraged by the injustice – we had done the right thing, but these other cars were cheating – and could hardly see straight.
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