Things that make me mad
There is a long list, but this is one of the top ones.
People who waste my time. Now, this might be more my problem, because I was not born with the genetic dna that holds the patience gene. It got lost in the shuffle. I have no patience. I will admit that. It is a problem of mine. I have learned to deal with it. I count to 10, I do breathing exercies, I make fun of you in my head, I talk under my breath and I think I'm really good at "the look" I give you people.
So last week, Julia and I do a mommy-daughter day (a trip to Justice) and we decided to stop at the strip mall and hit up ACMoore. Since we live on the East Coast there are 30ft wide and tall piles of snow everywhere (I'm exaggerating a little bit) that take up a lot of the available parking. We get lucky and see these women getting ready to leave. Wait, back-up, putting their bags in the car. They see us. One is 30 and the other is her mom and I think there was a kid in a stroller. I put my turn signal on and wait. And wait. And wait. By this time I feel words being formed. Words, my daughter doesn't really need to hear. (mother fuckers was about to come out) so I tell J, lets see how long these people take to put their bags in the car and acutally leave. We watch the clock. Four minutes past and at that time they finally got the stroller in. They knew we were there, they kept looking at us. 20 feet closer to the store I saw a car pull out of a spot. So I do what any mother with her first born in the car does. I floor it past the bitches and get a spot closer to the store. Too bad those ladies went out the other end, because Julia had a great idea to walk in the middle of the lot really slow. She needs to stop hanging out with me. FYI, it took us 30 seconds to get in the car and put it in reverse (with our bags). We are that good.
Today at the grocery store I go to the self checkout. The guy using it has a kid in the cart and he takes way to long to finish. For example "ok, I'm going to run my card through", "it's processing". I'm being patient. Then he gets the receipt (which again he anounces to the child) Did I mention there is a line forming? Then he reviews said receipt! I'm pretty sure he told the kid the price of every single item as it was being run up. At this point I say "dear God" under my breath, (and to the guy behind me). I mean come on dude, there is a line and you bought pretzels and bread.
Anyhow I don't like slow people. Don't even get me started on those Buicks on the backroads. Don't they know when I'm in my 4 cylinder, stick shift, Pontiac Vibe I like to think I'm in Nascar? Get off the track.
Yes stupid problems and complaints, but I feel better.
People who waste my time. Now, this might be more my problem, because I was not born with the genetic dna that holds the patience gene. It got lost in the shuffle. I have no patience. I will admit that. It is a problem of mine. I have learned to deal with it. I count to 10, I do breathing exercies, I make fun of you in my head, I talk under my breath and I think I'm really good at "the look" I give you people.
So last week, Julia and I do a mommy-daughter day (a trip to Justice) and we decided to stop at the strip mall and hit up ACMoore. Since we live on the East Coast there are 30ft wide and tall piles of snow everywhere (I'm exaggerating a little bit) that take up a lot of the available parking. We get lucky and see these women getting ready to leave. Wait, back-up, putting their bags in the car. They see us. One is 30 and the other is her mom and I think there was a kid in a stroller. I put my turn signal on and wait. And wait. And wait. By this time I feel words being formed. Words, my daughter doesn't really need to hear. (mother fuckers was about to come out) so I tell J, lets see how long these people take to put their bags in the car and acutally leave. We watch the clock. Four minutes past and at that time they finally got the stroller in. They knew we were there, they kept looking at us. 20 feet closer to the store I saw a car pull out of a spot. So I do what any mother with her first born in the car does. I floor it past the bitches and get a spot closer to the store. Too bad those ladies went out the other end, because Julia had a great idea to walk in the middle of the lot really slow. She needs to stop hanging out with me. FYI, it took us 30 seconds to get in the car and put it in reverse (with our bags). We are that good.
Today at the grocery store I go to the self checkout. The guy using it has a kid in the cart and he takes way to long to finish. For example "ok, I'm going to run my card through", "it's processing". I'm being patient. Then he gets the receipt (which again he anounces to the child) Did I mention there is a line forming? Then he reviews said receipt! I'm pretty sure he told the kid the price of every single item as it was being run up. At this point I say "dear God" under my breath, (and to the guy behind me). I mean come on dude, there is a line and you bought pretzels and bread.
Anyhow I don't like slow people. Don't even get me started on those Buicks on the backroads. Don't they know when I'm in my 4 cylinder, stick shift, Pontiac Vibe I like to think I'm in Nascar? Get off the track.
Yes stupid problems and complaints, but I feel better.
Labels: General Bitches
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