Dear Sir driving a Pontiac:
You do not scare me.
Your intimidating stares, finger drumming and even the occasional "humph" audibly shouted from your driver-side window do not force me to go any faster.
You, and all drivers akin to you, can NOT make me frazzled and hurried. It's your own stupid fault for deciding to be a lazy driver and wait for the woman with TWO babies and a stroller to back out of her parking spot so you can claim it.
You saw me walk up to my car. You knew I had quite a load to unload, so don't act all impertinent now. Especially when there were 5 (you read it: FIVE) open spaces just two down from my car.
You could have walked 10 steps and saved about 8 minutes.
But instead you decided to wait, with your blinker on (was there ANYONE else in the parking garage?), while I got two toddlers out of a stroller, put said toddler into their respective car seats, got those same toddlers situated with toys, folded up my double stroller, put paraphernalia needed for an outing with two toddlers back into the car, and then got myself into my vehicle.
I have news for you: I never feel guilt or rush when a person such as you decides to try and intimidate me into moving faster for my parking spot. I only feel a slight amount of frenzy if it's Christmas and there is nary a spot in sight. It's your own gas that you've decided to waste.
And at $3.45 per gallon (in Texas, no less), is it really worth it?
Respectfully,
The Mother Of Those "Cumbersome" Babies Who Can Not Be Bullied
1 comment:
When I read this post, I could hear you narrating it in my head. I LOVE the poetic way you speak when you are mad.
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