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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..
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...
.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...
.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.)
.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!!"
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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14 comments:
Ugh. People stink. Over Christmas break I had a lady tell me to go to h-e double hockysticks, and then she called me a little b#$@. I think there are just people who are angry and unhappy out there, and they want everyone else to feel that way too. The dummies.
OH How I miss you Lauren. And honestly, I loved the way you ended your post!!! I don't love stupid drivers. But it really makes me sad for those people that get so upset over driving. You are awesome!!!
I get soooo frustrated by bad drivers! And, I totally understand being frustrated with yourself for becoming upset...it shows you are the better person for sure! When something really bad happens, I usually try to make up an elaborate and complicated life story to make me feel sorry for the driver. Then, I can usually let it go because I've always built a reason for their behavior into the story that clearly shows their mean behavior had nothing to do with me!
Wow all your boys are so gorgeous... I mean thug :-)
People are so aggressive on the roads it scares me. I am so sorry people were mean to you.
Just remember you always win ... you have those beautiful boys!
I get so excited when i see you have a new post! love your gangsta boys! Sorry about all the rude people lately. I wish I were there to hunt them down with you-the egging idea sounds good. I'm sure people are cussing me out all over the place here-i just can't understand them! oh, and honking the horn in the city isn't allowed either so I really get off easy :)
People just all around suck don't they? LOL You are welcome to vent and we as your friends will listen to you and if I could I'd give you a big hug :)
Have you ever driven in Utah? Your life is on the line every second you enter you vehicle in Utah. People are crazy!
I know it ain't ladylike but a slow extension out your window of your left hand and a raise of your longest finger would have helped you mentally deal with every single one of these situations. There's a time and place for everything, no?
Love the picture of the boys!
Some people are mean!! I'm so glad you're not one of them!!
It's good to know that everyone isn't like those you've come in contact with recently.
Have fun with your handsome dudes! they make life great, don't they!!
Nobody's ever done that to me with my driving. But one day TWO people were mean to me because I had the nerve to pass by them in a narrow aisle when I'm so fat. (BTW, I didn't even come close to touching them). One was at an appointment, the other at the post office. Two in the same day, and that's the only time something like that has ever happened to me in my life. And I wasn't doing anything--I'm NICE. I SMILE at people all the time, and I'm pretty personable. I try to never do anything to make anybody else uncomfortable. It took me a few days to stop being hurt over the comments and the looks--and the fact that neither of these ladies could say their peace and let it go, they had to keep digging at me with their looks, etc. Mean.
Luckily I, like you, have a lot of people who love me and know that I'm awesome and no amount of fat (or unbelievable driving decisions) can take that away. We just have to remember that "the people who matter don't mind." =)
the other day a 4runner was in front of me, driving like a jerk. and by jerk, i mean he found every puddle-filled pothole and deliberately sped into them to splash me.
my oldest said, "is he doing that on purpose?" i said "oh yes. he is." we rounded the corner, i pulled up along side him, threw my arms in the air as if to say "what the hell is your problem?" then i may or may not have called him an a$$hole out loud. if i DID do that, i can assure you i then would have apologized to my son for hearing me use a naughty word. and if this all happened, my son probably would've replied by saying, "well he is one."
nice. victims unite.
Lame. I don't understand carrying all that irritation around at humankind all the time.
At least you're SUPER funny.
Sorry, no fun. What is it about being in a car that makes people even meaner than they normally are? It just makes me want to be more kind and patient to with people.
Oh that makes me so mad!!! Sadly I'm not near as lady like as you...the last time a guy yelled at me and laid on his horn, first I waved with a big smile on my face but then when he called me a "B" well I couldn't help myself and I flipped him off! Thank heavens no kids were in the car with me. I couldn't believe I let the jerk get the best of me like that...anyway, I hope that makes you feel better. ( I repented by the way:)
I love you and mean people suck. The End.
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