This is Jekyll turning to Hyde.

A guy drove right at us as we were walking our dog. I jumped out of the way and yanked my dog away from the curb. I stood and stared watching this guy park and get out. I imagined he might be delivering a package or a pizza. Nope. He grabbed his small blue and white plastic thermal cooler and walked into his house. I was still standing on the side of the road staring muttering goddamn sonofabitch motherfucking asshole under my breath. He came back out of his house and said WHAAAAT? I was about to confront him and explain that I didn't like coming so close to being hit by him. At this point I was filled with adrenaline and my husband knew I was trouble. He'd rather take my firecracker rage than watch me get into a Tourette's induced fist fight with a stranger. Smart man. It took a mile of walking to cool off. This is Jekyll turning to Hyde.