So, I'm going through my day thinking wow, I'm feeling pretty good today. Even though the person I've been involved/love with on some level for the past 10 yrs is moving out of the country and I will be saying good by to him today. So I get home and pull in the parking lot and the truck that is plowing (lots of snow here) backs right into me even though I was honking. There was nothing I could do because of the snow, couldn't back away quick enough. So he gets out of his truck and starts yelling and cursing at me. We go back and forth and so I ask for his name because I'm thinking I'm going to report him to the company he works for or whatever. Well, he's the owner of the building I live in!!! Now I'm just a sobbing mess. I Know it's really not that big of a thing, but ugh, why do people have to be mean?
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