So classy...

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Forgot the kid's book bag today. I live five or less minutes from the school. Dropped her off, turned around, went home, got the bag and brought it to her.

On the way back in:

1. Shitbox car tailgating me in a twenty five mile an hour school zone. (so when you are wondering why I didn't confront the woman over this...it's because I didn't want to be involved in a fight with a skanky redneck woman inside my kid's school in front of her teachers. You get into fights with this sort of person, observers can't tell who is who.) Kid in the car with her. Nice.

2. I parked in a spot and crossed the lot. I see her parking in the fire zone (of course). She's going in ahead of me. Likely does not know I'm the driver of the van that was in front of her.

3. Drops the door in my face.

4. Has to sign in the office because she's bringing her kid in late (of course). Office worker trying to find out what her kid wants for lunch (I've seen this before if they're late...they must work out lunches first thing in the am. )

5. Kid is totally not paying attention and this lunch thing is an ordeal.

6. Drops door in my face again. (cue shock)

At this point, they're behind me in the hallway, and I can hear them bickering and I'm thinking "If she comes up into my space in this hallway, it IS going to get ugly, I've about had enough of this useless twat." But she didn't, she turned down the first hallway.

Oh, so very classy.

[underemployeed]

I am honestly surprised you didn't have a line of the principal telling her "Ma'am you CAN'T SMOKE IN HERE!!!!!!" cue, "Why the not!!! I pay my taxedes"

[teh_blumchenkinder]

She was probably stressed out-- necessary, unnecessary, who knows-- but she could have been more graceful about it. Good on you for not antagonizing her further.
She was probably just a bitch though.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

I know. Maybe she was having a bad day and isn't normally like that.

Who knows.

I really ought to not be so irritable. The husband has quit coffee. Says I ought to, too. Says he's less cranky now.

I dunno about that.

[teh_blumchenkinder]

You totally did not react to her about it. That's a sign of self-restraint. That's all the law requires-- that you actually don't do anything that you shouldn't, and that you do things you ought. Good Samaritan laws are an example.
The law totally allows you to murder/mutilate/castigate someone with your brain.
much like this site, non?

[Shalom]

The law totally allows you to murder/mutilate/castigate someone with your brain.
much like this site, non?

Well, as long as you don't post flyers around town detailing what you wish you could do to them.

Some guy just got arrested for that in this neck of the woods: he'd put up flyers in which he threatened to cut off the hands of the vandal who graffiti'd his house and post the resultant video on YouTube. He was charged with inciting public panic, although nobody seems to have actually panicked.

[blas]

I wanted to kill someone this afternoon.

Leaving the gym, I decided to head to K-Mart (just because I was in no mood for the carnival of Wal-Mart), which is about a mile from my place, just across the highway off the residential areas in a 30 mph zone.

First off the bat, I was tailgated down the hill by one of those uber suspicious looking pile of shit vehicles with illegally tinted windows (I mean 100% tint) and various pieces of metal on the vehicle painted black. I mean, going down the hill just coasting (no foot on either pedal) I was pushing 40 as it was!

On the way back, some dumb bitch in a dented up Buick (maybe it was her grandma's old car given to her as a gift and she dented it all up by driving like a dumb bitch?) played bumper sticker with me all the way until I turned left onto my street.

[aurelemsrealm]

I really ought to not be so irritable. The husband has quit coffee. Says I ought to, too. Says he's less cranky now.

I dunno about that.

I only have two possible moods first thing in the morning -- incoherent or cranky. The only difference is how many cups of coffee it takes to motivate me enough to care.

My normal morning routine is to push the button on the coffeemaker, go to the bathroom, return to the coffeemaker, and then retreat with my coffee to the darkest corner of the couch until I feel somewhat human.