I’m not even sure how it went down exactly…
We had just had this awesome day in the gorgeous California sun- a nice lunch, window shopping, listening to live music… Ready to head home, we cut through a parking garage to get to our car.
Mr. D, pushing a napping Scout in the stroller, stopped short to allow an older woman to get into a car from the walkway.
In no particular hurry, we were happy to wait while she inched and fumbled with the door, mumbling to herself the whole time. First her leg got stuck in the door. Then she couldn’t quite fit in the seat.. Who knows? We weren’t exactly watching very closely.
She finally gave up and motioned for us to go ahead, which we did as quickly as possible. Mr. D went first. I followed behind and heard the driver yell at Mr. D from inside the car, “Hey, thanks alot, A–HOLE!”
Turns out, she was trying to get OUT of the car, not in and apparently our mere presence was making her feel flustered or self-conscious. (And we were supposed to know that, how…)
The whole thing happened in a matter of seconds. It was barely a memorable encounter, but it bugged me the rest of the day.
As anyone who has ever met my husband knows, he is the farthest things from being an “a–hole”. In fact, he’s the nicest, most considerate, generous man I’ve ever encountered.
He’s the kind of guy who lovingly offers to push the stroller and carry the shopping bags, then suggests taking the shortcut through the parking garage because his pregnant wife stupidly decided to wear high heels that day. He holds doors open and makes way for others, whereas I probably wouldn’t noticed in the first place.
If anything, I AM THE A–HOLE.
I drive aggressively (“offensively”, as my dad calls it) and lay into the horn to claim my right of way. I send food back to the kitchen. I demand to speak to the manager and routinely lecture staff members on customer service.
As you can imagine, I’ve been called all sort of names… I once witnessed a woman almost hit a lamppost because her two hands were busy giving me the finger instead of being at 10 and 2. (I think I accidentally cut her off… oh well.)
None of it has ever phased me, but someone starts talkin’ smack about my sweet hubby (or my baby) and I begin to wonder what it’d be like to hit an old lady.
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Mean people suck! Some people should just stay home.
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How were you even supposed to know that she was trying to get OUT of the car?! If she needed help that badly she should have said something instead of calling him an AHole!!
And if she needed THAT much help…well, what is she even doing going out in the first place without someone to assist her?
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RYC: Ohhh, I am sorry the post made you homesick! I wrote that so that when those crazy bad days, kiddo tantrums, lacking mom moments, and other yucko moments steal my joy I can remember that yes, joy will take the place of those times other days. I was having a yucko day yesterday and then the afternoon turned out surprisingly delightful! Just had to capture my feeling and savor the moment…
I love being able to keep up with you and Avery and Mike here! So crazy but one of my neighbors is a part of the former play group you were in from church here!!! Interesting, 6-degrees, and all that 😉
You mentioned Avery and preschool…I have Drew all signed up for the Fall…happy and sad both about that but you know what I mean. I hope you are feeling more energetic with the pregnancy – I remember those days when I had a little Abbey to keep entertained and was preggers with Drew and there were some days I just did not know if I would make it! I wish you energy, joy, and SLEEP!!! 😉
But if you did what you do naturally and were not a woman, you would not be a b*tch but a hero… can’t ever win these things. Don’t try. Silly people are silly people the world around–it’s them, not you!
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