"Sure, lady, just take your time," Heidi snarled with irritation as we slowed to a roll in the parking lot. "She's lucky you're driving," she continued, "Because I would run her and her brats down."
"That's not very nice," I chided mildly.
"I'm not nice," Heidi replied. "You knew that when you married me!"
"Nice can be a choice rather than a character trait," I noted as we parked the car. "Choose nice!"
A little while later, Heidi's phone chimed, and she laughed as she read the text. "I got a meme that says Nice is my go-to, but fuck off is my wingman," she told me. "Does that sound like me?"
"Maybe the reverse?" I suggested. "Fuck off is your go-to, but nice is your wingman?"
"That's about right," she agreed.
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