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Today was, for the most part, fairly typical. Scrubbing floors, doing laundry, blah blah blah. They want to show the house at 1, RIGHT when my favorite Soap is on. This is getting annoying, but we deal with it.
Then I get the loan papers, 28 things to sign, and Sweet Daddio has to sign them all, and he’s 5 hours away doing something with machinery. These are Important Papers, full of personal information like loan numbers and phone numbers and even a couple of social security numbers. So, I go to the UPS store to fax them to SD and the guy at the store TYPES IN THE WRONG NUMBER. 13 pages get sent before it occurs to me that he called out THE WRONG NUMBER. So we correct it and I go into a controlled tailspin while my mind wraps around the knowledge that Someone Out There Knows My Stuff. I call SD, he says “maybe it wasn’t a fax number” so I whip out my cell and call the wrong number. Heart sinking gut churning as I hears the whoops and squeals of a fax machine talking to my phone. SO I write a little note begging the indulgence of the recipient, that they’ll destroy the faxes they received, and I prayed to God that the recipient is an honest, merciful sort of person. Then I got very nervous and sweaty and recalled all the horror stories I’ve ever heard about identity theft. At least the only info on those pages was mine, and not SD’s, and I’m not worth anything (financially speaking). I am having thoughts about changing all my credit card numbers, not that any of them were on there. Just Social Security. I wonder what it would take to change that.
Then, when I staggered out of the store thinking deep thoughts about a gin and tonic, I noticed someone’s car was stopped behind mine, like they were backing out and ran out of gas or something. I could get my car out, except that the elderly woman (that Southern sort, with the brillo pad hair permanent and sunken mouth of the mean and toothless) was wandering around behind her car, right where I needed to back out. So I asked her to move. She said her car wouldn’t move. I said (sharply) “I don’t need you to move your car, I need YOU to move so I don’t RUN OVER YOU WITH MY CAR!” She did that thing women of her generation and physique can do, that is, she folded her face in through her mouth and opened her eyes wide, and stepped aside.
I was rude. I admit it. I am rarely rude to people I’m not related to. I feel bad about it, as she had no idea of my mental condition. I blushed furiously all the way home. I am blushing still, tho the gin and tonic is calming my nerves a bit. My one consolation is that we are moving soon and I will probably never see her again.
Awe great. Something else for my mind to beat me up with on sleepless nights. I was rude to an innocent bystander.
Supper tonight by Lean Cuisine and Michaelina. Fettucini Alfred, Mac and Cheese with Ham, Santa Fe Rice and Beans. I just don’t have anything left inside to cook with.
If this thing doesn’t close on time I am going to…I don’t know. Go on a bender or something. Reality, I’ll just suck it up and plow on. Then, when school starts, I’ll go on a bender.
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Please don’t obsess about being rude to an innocent bystander. You had a hard day, and she was being an idiot. Call it my East-Coast, D.C. area impatience, but I’m rude to people all the time, and you know what? I’m only rude to them when they deserve it, which is why I’m so frequently rude. I know the South operates under a different mentality, but she’s probably not dwelling on it, so you shouldn’t.
Just drink.
Comment by SuperBee June 28, 2005 @ 7:24 pmMom.
You were rude to a withered old sack of stupid.
Genius. Maybe I’m starting to rub off on you. Glorify in being an asshole to idiotic strangers. Your self esteem will sky-rocket and you will walk about with a content, self assured, non-chalant glow that will make these idiots fume with jealousy. Its good for you, I promise.
Comment by Taco Jockey June 29, 2005 @ 1:49 ambut…being rude to people is Wrong. I am supposed to spread sunshine and light wherever I go! What if she was teetering on the brink because of her car and I only made it worse?
Comment by Rootietoot June 29, 2005 @ 7:14 am*sigh* I know. My therapist once told me most people are thinking of only themselves, and not to attach too much importance to how I treat them (short term). She probably just thought I was rude. If I were her I’d internalize it all and assume she was right, that I deserved being rude to. But I’m not her…
I’ll get over it. MAybe I’ll even flip a bird at an idiot driver in B’ham today. Mentally anyway. Not actually.
you’re learning. soon enough, you will critize random strangers, have a barely disguised look of disgust whenever some pigshit idiot starts spewing stupid all over the place, and you’ll never feel better.
taking out your frustration on hapless idiots is something most people are just too good to do.
Comment by Taco Jockey June 30, 2005 @ 12:37 pm