I like to think that I am an easygoing person. I am a laid back person by nature. Dealing with the general public sometimes gives me the rage though, and it is usually in the same few places. Sometimes it’s intentional on their part and sometimes it’s not, but people should really work harder at not being assholes.
So, where do I get in to these imaginary altercations? I will tell you!
- The Grocery Store: People seem to have no sense of anyone (or anything) except themselves. When I am out and about I am always conscious of staying out of the way, following some general rules, and being mindful of those around me. Is the aisle super packed? Then I’m going to inch my cart off to the side, grab what I need and keep moving. I will not, like so many others, angle my cart across the aisle and stop traffic while I grab 250 cans of green beans, send a text message and rifle through my purse. No I will not. Similarly, if I cannot find what I am looking for, I will stand back out of the way and scan the shelves until I find it. Note that I am NOT standing directly in front of the shelves blocking several item while I run my fingers along each row to see if I can find what I am looking for allowing nobody else to grab an item from the shelf. No, I stay out of the way so that others can do their shopping.
- The Tim Horton’s Drive-Thru: Our local coffee shop is on a corner, so there are 2 entrances on 2 different streets. This results in people entering the drive-thru either straight on from the main entrance, or having to drive around the building and enter the drive-thru from the corner of the building. I almost always enter from the main entrance and while sometimes there are no cars ahead of me, other times there are 4 or more. Sometimes when the car in front of me is at the speaker, a car will swing around from the other entrance, and shoot me dirty looks when I don’t let them in. One person even yelled at me to “take turns!!” like I was in preschool. Here’s the thing–if I just waited in line for 5 minutes, I am not obligated to take turns when you just got here. Pipe down!
- School Events: My husband and I (and 3 other ladies) run our parent teacher association. We’ve been involved now for 4 years and are in our 2nd year on the board. We get that many if not most parents don’t have the flexible schedules we have and cannot be involved in every single activity. Most parents though will donate, or come to a few meetings, or even volunteer for a half hour at some event at some point during the year and are always thankful for all we do as an organization for the kids. There are a few though who complain no matter what the event, no matter what the cost is, no matter what we do. One parent went on and on to me at an event about what they would have done if they were in charge, and how we could be doing things better. Please! Please chair an event! Please come to a meeting and give us your ideas! Please! But no, it’s easier to complain obviously.
- The Street Exit of the Daycare Parking Lot: There is a 2 lane exit here, one to turn left on to the very busy street, and one to turn right, plus a one lane entrance in to the parking lot from the busy street. I could tell you how many times I’ve almost been hit (MANY), while waiting to make my left hand turn out in to the busy street because the jackhole turning in from the street takes their own turn too wide and ends up just barely missing me in my CORRECT lane. But what actually makes me mad is how these jackholes actually look at me with pure rage on their faces as if I am the one in the wrong. Like I am the one who is in the wrong lane. This past summer, a man yelled at me from his window “JESUS LEARN TO DRIVE!!” to which I yelled back “I’M IN THE RIGHT LANE, ASSHOLE!!” to no avail (and yes, my kids were in the car). Last week a “gentleman” actually stopped next to me and stared me down with a hatred in his eyes that I could not believe. I…well, I didn’t say anything to him. My point though? I’m being punished here, for following the lines and arrows in the parking lot. And everyone else in the world is stupid.
Where do you get in to imaginary fist fights?