ok, fine - maybe I AM looking for a fight. You wanna make something of it?
So I'm worn out after a night with the Kinglet in the ER (he's fine, it's another story). Had to take him for a followup with his pediatrician this afternoon, and afterward decided to take him to Chick-Fil-A (for being such a trooper).
On the way I got cut-off at high speed by a truck with a school district logo. Not a school bus - a delivery truck or something.
I get cut off a lot on this one particular road, because it merges suddenly from two lanes to one on an overpass bridge. It pisses me off every time, but THIS guy made a serious effort to do it, speeding up from two car lengths behind me just so he could be FIRST (fucking macho asshole).
I saw him coming and laid on my horn the whole time, then continued to do so until I got separated from him by merging traffic. Then I blasted him again (with my horn AND my lady-finger) while pulling up to the light (much to the confusion and concern of an elderly gentleman in the town car beside me).
Still fuming, I watched the guy (now quite a ways behind me - good thing you sped up, huh, jackass? Look how much FURTHER AHEAD YOU ARE, right?!?) make the same turn as me. I pulled off to the side of the road and YUP. Wrote down his license plate number because I was JUST THAT MAD (my kid was in the backseat, mother fucker, and I'm PMS-ing. Don't FUCK with me.)
UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't get home until after the school transportation department was closed (and I'm not even sure delivery trucks are supervised by the transportation department).
So INSTEAD, I decided to call the management office of my parents' senior living community to ask about the lack of lighting in their courtyard. Apparently the lights have been out all winter because the ground is too wet to work on the electric lines. According to Mom, the area is pitch black at night which (1) is a bad idea for seniors who have to move around with canes and walkers and (2) is a bad idea for an area vulnerable to crime.
I didn't go into the conversation looking for a fight - I SWEAR - I just wanted to hear the management's explanation and express my concerns for my parents and their neighbors. As soon as I started asking, though, the administrator turned into a first class asshole, telling me it was none of my business and refusing to talk to me unless I came in person and showed him ID. He would not tell me what electric company was contracted to do the work. He also insisted that there is "ample lighting" in the area and denied that there is any crime (there is. my parents live there, asshole, and the residents gossip worse than high schoolers.)
Needless to say, the call got ugly, and voices were raised. As were my hackles. All I wanted from the guy was information.
Or an excuse. I dunno. I feel like ripping somebody open.
Surprisingly, no one is volunteering for the honor.
*grumble*
On the way I got cut-off at high speed by a truck with a school district logo. Not a school bus - a delivery truck or something.
I get cut off a lot on this one particular road, because it merges suddenly from two lanes to one on an overpass bridge. It pisses me off every time, but THIS guy made a serious effort to do it, speeding up from two car lengths behind me just so he could be FIRST (fucking macho asshole).
I saw him coming and laid on my horn the whole time, then continued to do so until I got separated from him by merging traffic. Then I blasted him again (with my horn AND my lady-finger) while pulling up to the light (much to the confusion and concern of an elderly gentleman in the town car beside me).
Still fuming, I watched the guy (now quite a ways behind me - good thing you sped up, huh, jackass? Look how much FURTHER AHEAD YOU ARE, right?!?) make the same turn as me. I pulled off to the side of the road and YUP. Wrote down his license plate number because I was JUST THAT MAD (my kid was in the backseat, mother fucker, and I'm PMS-ing. Don't FUCK with me.)
UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't get home until after the school transportation department was closed (and I'm not even sure delivery trucks are supervised by the transportation department).
So INSTEAD, I decided to call the management office of my parents' senior living community to ask about the lack of lighting in their courtyard. Apparently the lights have been out all winter because the ground is too wet to work on the electric lines. According to Mom, the area is pitch black at night which (1) is a bad idea for seniors who have to move around with canes and walkers and (2) is a bad idea for an area vulnerable to crime.
I didn't go into the conversation looking for a fight - I SWEAR - I just wanted to hear the management's explanation and express my concerns for my parents and their neighbors. As soon as I started asking, though, the administrator turned into a first class asshole, telling me it was none of my business and refusing to talk to me unless I came in person and showed him ID. He would not tell me what electric company was contracted to do the work. He also insisted that there is "ample lighting" in the area and denied that there is any crime (there is. my parents live there, asshole, and the residents gossip worse than high schoolers.)
Needless to say, the call got ugly, and voices were raised. As were my hackles. All I wanted from the guy was information.
Or an excuse. I dunno. I feel like ripping somebody open.
Surprisingly, no one is volunteering for the honor.
*grumble*