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It was Spring Break and Jared was driving to his home town from the big city to see his parents, or at least to sleep in his old room for a few days when he wasn't partying with his friends from high school.* Along the way he had to stop for gas in one of the small midwest towns that resembled his own town so much, just full of slightly different faces.*The road merged from two lanes to one on the freeway offramp and just as he was approaching the merge, a black Honda sped from behind him, causing him to slam on his brakes as the other driver beat him to the merge. Jared cursed the car and out of anger decided to follow it. The car stopped in front of a hair salon and he quickly pulled up beside it,* jumped out of his own car and walked toward the Honda. The driver was a woman about his mother's age with one of those "I want to talk to the manager" hair cuts. Her window was down and she was smoking a cigarette.*"What the fuck are you thinking!" Jared shouted. "You trying to run me off the road or what?"The woman looked confused and afraid.*"You cut me off back there, you stupid bitch!""I-I'm sorry," she managed as she put her car back in drive and sped off.Jared flipped her off before getting back into his car and proceeding to the local gas station.* While pumping escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuescord.com/) his gas he began to calm down enough to think rationally about what had just happened. He had clearly scared the hell out of the poor woman.* He even felt a little remorseful for his angry outburst.*He paid for his gas, grabbed a soda and got back in his car.*As he passed the hair salon on his way to the freeway,* he noticed the black Honda parked on the opposite side of the street from where he had screamed at her. He looked through the window of the salon and there she was, surrounded by three other women about the same age,* all with similar soccer mom hairdos. She saw him as well and said something to the other ladies.* They all laughed and waved at him.*Jared's better nature took over and he decided it would be right to apologize for his behavior. He really wasn't such a madman as he had shown himself to be to this total stranger. He was actually a pretty nice guy. He parked his car and walked toward the salon. The women watched him, whispering to one another and laughing.*He opened the door and stood, holding it open.*"Well, hello again," the woman said, her body language much different now that she was in her element,*surrounded by friends.*"Hi," Jared escort akbatı (https://www.asbahcesehir.com/) said. "Look,*I'm sorry I came at you like that back there.* I was just mad because you cut me off,* but I overreacted.* I just wanted to apologize. "The ladies exchanged glances.*"I thought maybe you were on drugs or something," the woman said.* "You scared the shit out of me. "Jared looked down at his feet.*"I know," he said.* "I apologize.* I'm not on drugs or anything.* I just got road rage."One of the other ladies chimed in,*"well I like a man who can admit when he's wrong." The others expressed agreement with this.*"What's your name?" The woman asked.*"Jared. ""Do I know your mother,* Jared?""No," he said, "I doubt it. They live in a different county about a hundred or so miles from here."*She studied him for a while.*One of the other ladies spoke up.* "You going to come in or go out,*Jared?"He suddenly realized he was still holding the door open. He nodded toward them and stepped out onto the sidewalk, but before he closed the door the woman he had yelled at said,*"I don't accept your apology!" He stopped in his tracks. Now it was his turn to wear a confused expression.*"Come inside and shut the door," she ordered.*Feeling slightly disconnected from his body, Jared found himself escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuyonetim.com/) doing just that.* When the door had closed behind him she spoke again."My name is Susan," she said. "But you may refer to me as Mrs. Davis. And I won't accept your apology until you address me properly. How old are you, Jared?""Nineteen," he replied.*"Nineteen. Interesting.* I'm old enough to be your mother, young man.* Do you talk to your mother the way you talked to me earlier?""Uh, no," he fumbled,* "no, I... I... ""No what?"He stared at her, befuddled.*"The word I'm looking for here is ma'am, Jared. Do you call your mother ma'am when you speak to her?""No, not really....""Not really? Do you disrespect her like you disrespected me?""No... no, I don't-""No what?""Ma'am?"Mr. Davis straightened her back,* making herself appear taller.*"Are you asking me a question?" She asked.* The other women giggled and whispered to each other,*thoroughly enjoying the show.*"No, ma'am""When is the last time you addressed your mother as ma'am?"Jared searched his memory but came up blank.*"I... don't know.* I guess it's been a while.""See, I think that's the problem, " Mrs. Davis said.* "No respect for your own mother. Obviously no respect for older women in general. "She made a summoning gesture with her finger.* "Come here, young man. "Jared obeyed her. He felt as though he was somehow being hypnotized,* as though this strange woman had some kind of control over his faculties. She pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of her.