shut up

so I walk into the mayor's tire shop today and a large blustery man follows me in.
blusterman: do you have any goddamned idea how to drive?
jesse: excuse me?
b-man: you pulled in front of my wife back there, goddamned near killed her! dumb driver don't even look before you turn!
jesse: I'm sorry, I...
b-man: sorry don't make it right. goddamned well better learn bluster bluster!

the mayor watched our exchange with a mirthful smile, reflecting on all the bad publicity I've given him in the last few months.