Slightly Sarcastic

Yesterday evening I ran up to the grocery store to grab a few things for my sons sleepover.  It was so nasty out.  Cold and rainy, just YUCK!  But, being the wonderful mom that I am I trudged forth into the bleak evening to feed my children’s  inner piggyness.  I keep forgetting it’s almost Christmas and the traffic is horrible.  It takes 15 minutes to drive a mile and once you get to where you’re going you get to drive around for another 15 minutes trying to find a parking spot.  I’m not a very patient driver.  From the minute I turn the key in the ignition, I’m cursing like a sailor – at everyone – everyone drives like a bunch of freakin idiots (except me, of course).  I finally snag a parking spot.   I get soaked running inside because my kids used my umbrella to beat each other up with the last time they were left alone in the car.  I grab what I need, stand in a really long line, get soaked some more running back out to the car – finally, I can get out of this cluster – f—!

This is where it all went wrong.  The parking lot is dark, rainy and overcrowded – some dumbass pulls out from another aisle, comes withing an inch of hitting me and cuts me off, fine, maybe he didn’t see me – I let it go – Then, the dumbass stops his car, in the middle of the parking lot driveway and starts to let someone out – that’s it – I Beep my horn, the jerk doesn’t move.  I swing around into the oncoming lane which was empty so I could go around this buttwipe and I’m really irritated now – I lay on my horn.  I’m driving away, talking to myself about what an idiot some people are.  I drive about half a mile and pull into Starbucks.  I get out of my car and see the moron driving down the road towards me.  I start walking towards Starbucks, the idiot starts screaming at the top of his lungs – I get to the door and the guy had driven up into the parking lot next to the door, still screaming at the top of his lungs – now I’m getting a little scared.  I go inside and get in line, waiting for the jerk to run in and start shooting me or something.  I know the guys at this Starbucks since I’m there every day, so I start telling them what was going on – we turn and look and the idiot is parked right outside the door.  He sits there for a few minutes and then leaves.  One of the guys that works at Starbucks walked me out to my car.  I was so scared by now I got on the phone with my hubby (an angry Arab) and he meets me when I pull up outside the house.  I don’t see the car again.  My hubby doesn’t get to kick his butt.  But, I’m now left with a sense of fear – people are scary.  This  guy was a nutcase – He was being an obnoxious driver and I beeped my horn at him a couple times  – not enough to be chased down and screamed at.  What an asshole!  For one second I thought, I’m never going to honk at someone again.  But only for a second – I don’t want to be afraid to leave the house and I don’t want to have to tip toe around all the psychos out there.  This guy really sucks.

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