I Moved the Branch. Just Not for Her.

After a bad storm, I hit a downed limb on my drive to work. Big enough to block the road. I figured I could drag it to the side. It was still raining. Roads slick. And she’d been tailgating me for miles—shiny car, hands gripping the wheel like I was wasting her time. I’m halfway through dragging the limb when she honks. Not a quick beep. A judgy one. I pause, gesture at the literal tree in front of me. She throws up her hands like I’m the problem. I wrestle the thing off the road—sort of. It ends up right in front of her car. The thick end. Blocked again. I didn’t meet her eyes. Just got in my car, soaked and irritated, and drove off. She didn’t move. Neither did the branch. I still feel a little bad. But not that bad. #PettyJustice #RainyDayRage #NoFilter