Handcuffs Hidden In Baby Pink
Language: en
After three straight years working through the holidays—Christmas, New Year’s, Easter—I finally had the time off. I was driving my trusty, pink car home for the break. On the highway, there was this one male driver, an absolute pest. Seeing a woman at the wheel of a bright pink vehicle, he started deliberately tailgating, then cutting me off, then tailgating again. It was a calculated form of intimidation. I didn't get angry, and I certainly didn't engage in a shouting match. I just stayed behind him until we reached the service plaza, where I quietly slipped on a yellow reflective vest. I…