If there is one thing I cannot stand, it’s rude people. More often than not, if you give me attitude or do something outright disrespectful, I will try to make you feel bad about your behavior. By the way, this is an art. My ultimate goal is to have rude people apologize for their actions/attitude without me bullying them into it. If I fail to constructively convince you that you were mean, I will go home and stir about it all night and think about the “what-ifs” and “I should have said this…or that.”
In my opinion, pregnant women will behave similar to when they are PMS’ing and, let me tell you, I take prozac for my PMS. Before medication, I was once honked at and given the bird for making a left turn at a stop sign (guess it wasn’t my turn). I cried…hysterically. That is not a normal reaction for me.
I remember back in 1994, as a high schooler, I once called my mom at 7:30 in the morning to scream at her about using the last of the hairspray. “Jen, you must be on your period.” “Yes!!!” I wailed like a…well, like a seal actually…yeah, I wailed like a freakin’ sick, beached seal. So, imagine me in 2006, pregnant and no medication. Holy shit IS RIGHT.
I like to call the following story “Grocery Store Blowout #1.”
It was a few days before Halloween and I took it upon myself to go to Fry’s Superstore and purchase not one, not two, but THREE pumpkins. Did I mention I was by myself and pregnant? I was beginning to get a little irritated with people intruding upon my personal space in line, however, Halloween was near and I was excited to carve an angry devil face into my jack-o-lantern to let off some steam.
I pushed my cart toward my ugly Pontiac Aztek (worst car ever). As I heaved the final pumkin into the trunk, I noticed three adults putting their groceries away into the car just beside me. They saw me. They saw my pumpkins. They saw I was pregnant. I smiled. You might even say I glowed.
I looked around to see where I could stash my cart, and couldn’t even find a curb. So, I did the right thing and returned the cart to the fron of the store (not too far). When I returned, as if by magic, there was an empty grocery cart sitting right behind my car. “What?” my confusion quickly turned into fury when the woman started the car. I probably should mention now that these three adults amounted to six adults, and I could care less. I KNEW I could take ‘em…all SIX OF ‘EM. I approached their window, threw up my arms and yelled “What THE FUCK?!!!” When they showed how puzzled they were, I pointed to the cart, pointed at them, pointed at my belly, and gave them some more choice words.
They backed up and I threw their cart into their newly-empty parking space. What I wanted to do was punch them all in the faces and make them apologize, but I am so glad they did not get out of their car. Nope, instead, they laughed at me in unison. Every single one of them thought I was hilarious and didn’t care that they were the rudest people ever. I cried for about an hour after that. It began instantaneously with their antagonistic laughs.
I look back and think about what I could have done differently. Think about it, I’ve been stirring on this since 2006! I could have put the cart behind their car, right? But truthfully, I should have left it all alone. Or maybe there is a special way to approach jerks like this.
Man or woman, preganant or not, what would you have done?
Hahahahah, yeah I get like that sometimes. I will think about it over and over again in my head. I have to remind my self to get over it.
Last week i went to the supermarket with my boy. When I got back, the car next to me was parked over the line markings and right next to the side of the car where my sons car seat is. I could not put him in the car from that side. I had to go from the other side, which has my daughters car seat. BIG pain!!!!
I was so angry and pissed off, I waited for about 15 minutes to see maybe he’ll come back! Never mind that my son was due for a feed and sleep. While waiting I had already decided/judged on the person that had parked the car by the items inside.
I was standing there fuming, getting myself all worked up. He did not come however.
So I did the next best thing, I took out a key and scratched the side of his car, which did not make a big difference to the overall appearance. And most importantly did not make me feel any better!!!!!
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Oh my gosh, YOU are funny! I would have been irritated too! But, I probably would have left it alone. Or, maybe I would have written them a note!
Well, if I was pregnant with child 1, I probably would not have done anything because I was too darn tired and just wanted to get home and sleep. With child #2, I wouldn’t want child #1 to see my get ticked off at the inconsiderate jerks who left the cart behind the car. BUT…If my kids weren’t with me and if they were still there in their car and hadn’t pulled out of the space, I would have just very casually pushed the cart back behind their car, gotten into my car and left.
wow Jen… sounds like a rough go at the market for pumpkins to carve… fortunately for you they didn’t jump out of their car and do mean things to you for your choice words! however i personally would’ve done something similar, i don’t think i could’ve held my cool unless i had kids with me and even then i would’ve huff’d n puff’d under my breath an like you i would’ve allowed that one instance to stir around and rent space in my head without it paying a dime!… let it go jen let it go!
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