Mean People are the Pits

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This picture has nothing to do with the post...but it makes me laugh...and I deserve a good laugh because people are so flippin' mean. I am particularly fond of the, "soul patches" that they used my mascara (without asking, does that surprise you?) to create...I also enjoy the fact that Brian is trying to look all, "street" while wearing his mother's sunglasses....and while everyone is trying their hardest to display their best, "Gangsta" face, Little John apparently didn't get the memo and is smiling sweetly. Yeah, they are a bunch of Thugs, indeed.

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So, let's talk...
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Okay, actually...by, "talk" I mean...I want to vent...and I want you to listen...but...you can actually click out of here and I would never know...but...I'm going to pretend that you are patting me on the back and listening to my tiresome complaints...

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The other day I was driving, and as I was preparing to pull into traffic I did the unthinkable...I hesitated because even though it was a double lane I was pulling out onto...there was a car coming in the far left lane...Now, technically, I could have pulled into the right lane at the same exact time the car zoomed by on my left...but, for some reason I was uneasy so I made the decision to wait until both lanes were clear...

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This decision was apparently unacceptable to the gentleman behind me because he laid on his horn...and continued to blare the horn as he pulled around me and cut in front of me and pulled onto the busy double lane road. (Other cars were coming by the time he pulled around me...but he barreled out anyway.)

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I finally pulled out into traffic and ended up behind the horn blaring gentleman. (I use the term, "gentleman" loosely in this particular situation.) As I followed behind him I burst into tears. I'm not sure why it upset me so...I mean...mean people abound in the land...but, for some reason, I found myself really emotional over someone going out of their way to be deliberately mean...because I made them wait and unthinkable five seconds until the car in the far left lane had zoomed past me.

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As I followed Mean Guy...who had to stop at the red traffic light (thus proving how much he had actually gained time wise by going around me...gee...he was a whole car's length ahead. Well done.) I chided myself for getting upset over something so minor. I mean...in a world with crime, heartache, violence, starvation, poverty, etc. if one idiot decides to be impatient and mean it's really no great shakes, right? I mean, I have an understanding that if someone being mean to me is the worst thing that happens to me all day, well then, I lead a pretty blessed existence, right?

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I followed behind and mentally aggrandized my possible responses...I could pull around him and shoot him the stink eye...that would definitely teach him a lesson, right? Or, I could follow him home and then, cloaked in the darkness of night, I could return and egg his pick up truck...or house...

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I kind of couldn't believe how upset I let him make me...so I decided that I would work on forgetting all about him...

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The whole stupid...oh...I don't let my kids say, "stupid"...so I guess I shouldn't...Anyway, as I was saying...the whole stupid situation reminded me of another recent occurrence in my charmed existence. I was driving in an unfamiliar parking lot and I made the unforgivable mistake of driving the wrong way down an aisle. The arrows indicating which direction that the aisles should be driven down were faded and unreadable so it wasn't until after that I headed the wrong way down, said aisle, that I noticed my mistake. (I could tell by the way the parking spaces were slanted that I had chosen incorrectly.) A young man driving down the aisle correctly was, apparently, incredibly inconvenienced because my facing the wrong way down the aisle caused us to have to pass each other extremely slowly because of the narrowness of the lane, that was evidently not created for two cars to pass each other facing opposite directions. The young man who had to slow down because of my error leaned out of his window and was sure to let me know that I had made a grave error by bellowing at me that I was a, "STUPID BI*CH!!"

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Well, then.

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Really, sir...it was an honest mistake...

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...A, "BI*CH"? Really? I mean not just a garden variety, "BI*CH" but, a, "STUPID BI*CH" at that?

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...Sir, I really don't think the situation was that serious...I don't think calling me a crude name like that was warranted...

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...but, I chose to respectfully disagree that day, and do my best to correct the situation by skipping an aisle and make sure that I chose the correct direction as I selected my parking space. I really am sorry for any any inconvenience I caused that nice young man that day.

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...I use the phrasing, "nice young man" loosely, however.

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Then, Last Friday, after I dropped Evan off at Early Morning Seminary, I had a huge Escalade tailgating me. When I turned onto a particular road I had to make an immediate right (It's not my fault that my particular destination forced me to make an immediate right after turning left onto a main road) and the Escalade nearly rear ended me...

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The driver laid on the horn like it was my fault that she was tailgating me...

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I yelled out loud, (you know...because, clearly, she could hear me...and even see me in the darkness at that time in the morning.) "Honey, if you'd of hit me, it would have been YOUR fault."

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Then I found myself fantasizing about her actually hitting me...

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"Please, Lamb chop...I should be so lucky...then you could pay to replace the beater of a car that I was driving...the beater of a car that we had to buy because poor Mike was T-boned 4 years ago by an irresponsible driver, while he had young men from church in the car with him...a car that is far less in value than Mike's Jeep Cherokee that was totaled by the other driver...but the insurance would only pay for a car far less in value...Yes, sweetness...go ahead and hit me because you were following too closely...at 6:15 in the freakin' morning...and then act like I was the one that had caused the accident...and then listen to the officer explain to you as he writes you a ticket why you were in the wrong..."

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I wish she'd of hit me...like I said...I should have been so lucky...

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So, there you have it...and I can't even think of a way to end this post...I am basically feeling sorry for myself...but...I do feel better, now...so...thanks for letting me vent.

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...as you were...carry on...

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