We were on our way to Target for a few things that mom didn't pick up with Aunt Holly yesterday and as I hammered on the gas to merge onto the highway I annoyingly blurted out "Come on, dude. Get over!" to the car that was keeping me from blending in with traffic.
Moments later mom and I heard "Come on, dude!"
We had no idea you were listening, let alone picking up everything we're saying.
Lesson learned, I really need to filter my words now!
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