I’m driving home from a lunch date the other day and get to a big intersection close to home. There’s some sort of construction going on and I’ve just noticed the signs to merge and attempt to do so. But no one is letting me in. They’re all following bumper to bumper, ignoring the fact that I’m getting closer and closer to their vehicles, avoiding eye contact. Normally I don’t really care if they let me in or not. Eventually they’ll see that I’m getting over whether they like it or not and just let me in already. But, well, we’ve got a new car and there’s no way I’m even chancing even a tiny scratch on this thing. So I sit there. With my blinker on. FOREVER. And finally start honking because I’m getting really dirty looks. Like I’m a horrible person for MERGING when I’m SUPPOSED TO. NOT at the last second, like those annoying people who cruise up to the front and slide in front of you at the last second. NO. Not that at all. Just following the construction signs. I mean really, should I have known that I was going to have to merge? Geez. Why are people so annoying?
Need to vent? Somebody steal your parking spot? Walk so close, from behind, that they stepped on the back of your shoe? Step right in front of you and stand right in front of you (like you are a mirage) while you are checking out DVDs at Blockbuster? Go right ahead, VENT!
I’m married to one of those annoying people who drive right up to the front and cut in at the last second! But now at least he doesn’t do it when I’m in the car. Feel like I’ve done a little something for the good of mankind :)
Don’t get me started on merging, I could go on for hours about how easy it is, but how stupid people are about it.
How are you liking the new car? I still get warm fuzzies every time I get in ours to go someplace. Makes running errands so much more enjoyable.
my car is in the shop after someone smashed into it while trying to parallel park.
Lulu keeps saying oh oh..our car has a boo boo.
just glad it wasn’t big daddy’s car which is only 2 weeks old.
that would have really sucked.
then again mine is only a year old..but I’m just glad we weren’t in it when it happened.
I’ll limit my venting to the most recent peeve (from this afternoon):
right in front of us, in line at the grocery store; the overly-frugal, coupon-clipping (not in advance), check-writing (also, not in advance), slow-talker who has to has to question/argue the price that comes up for every item she/he found in the clearance bin. This leaves me stranded in line, fighting the urge to shop the candy wall, and forced to read headlines questioning Britney’s parenting skills.
My own personal hell.