No Way to Live

It’s official. I’m a hothead. I don’t want to be a hothead, not in this town, or any other town for that matter. 

I was visiting my mother yesterday. We had the front door open, when some kid in his twenties started to pace back and forth in front of her house while talking on his cell phone. We could barely hear ourselves talk over his conversation. I tried to be patient but he wasn’t going away. After seven or eight minutes I asked him politely to move it along. He said okay, but he kept at it right in front of the door. He didn’t move at all. My blood started to boil. The kid had some nerve. I asked him again but this time I wasn’t so nice. The kid started to back-sass me. He said I should just close the door. Then he said to call the police. I lost my temper. I called him a few names and said that he should just move it along, that he was a nuisance. He finally got the hint and walked away.

I felt bad afterwards. It's no way to live I tell you. It's no way to live.