Not my best day ever
And we've got ants swarming in the addition. Y'know, where we're going to have a seder for 10 on Monday night.
A spoiler for the next story, so nobody worries: No damage done and no injuries except to my psyche.
And on the way back from taking Anna home, this dude in a van pulled out into the intersection in order to make a left turn. I was about to pass him on the right when the light turned yellow, so I stopped. The dude failed to make his left turn (possibly because somebody else ran through the yellow) and instead of making the left turn in order to clear the intersection (which is what I've always understood to be the correct action) he backed up.
Now keep in mind that I'm behind him and to his right. Maybe in his blind spot, I don't know, but as soon as I see he's moving back, I start honking and trying to figure out what to do. I can't move forward around him, because then I'll be in the intersection, and I don't have time to see if it's safe for me to back up.
So I just honked. And he kept backing up until he bumped into my mirror. And I honked more and he kept moving back and back and I was about to scream when I realized we have one of those fold-in mirrors and the movement of the van just folded the mirror back. Around this time he finally realizes something's wrong and he stops.
The light turns green and I move forward and to the right a bit just so my car isn't rubbing against his and I look over at him and he's shaking his fist and screaming something. (Hooray for closed windows, because I suspect I don't want my kids to have heard what he was saying.) I probably should have pulled over to see if there was any damage to the car, but I really didn't like the looks of this guy, so I kept going and he made his left turn.
I haven't inspected my car closely, but it looks like there's a tiny scrape in the door. Considering how often I've scraped the sides of our cars in parking garages, it doesn't look unusual for a car I drive. ::snort::
But I'm really not having a particularly good day.
Oh, I talked to Yael's teacher and she apologized, but I'm just...ugh. I need to go take a Klonopin, because in addition to the very real bad things that could have happened to Yael, there's some social anxiety stuff going on, because I can't explain to Eric's mother what happened (I don't speak Spanish, unfortunately) and she probably thinks I'm the stupidest and most careless mother ever, to have left my daughter at the bus stop twice in two weeks.
And I had to make the phone call to the principal, which I did, obviously, because this is important, but yeah. I hate being me and having my insecurities. I'm gonna go find my drugs now. ::clings to blessed tranquilizers::
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A spoiler for the next story, so nobody worries: No damage done and no injuries except to my psyche.
And on the way back from taking Anna home, this dude in a van pulled out into the intersection in order to make a left turn. I was about to pass him on the right when the light turned yellow, so I stopped. The dude failed to make his left turn (possibly because somebody else ran through the yellow) and instead of making the left turn in order to clear the intersection (which is what I've always understood to be the correct action) he backed up.
Now keep in mind that I'm behind him and to his right. Maybe in his blind spot, I don't know, but as soon as I see he's moving back, I start honking and trying to figure out what to do. I can't move forward around him, because then I'll be in the intersection, and I don't have time to see if it's safe for me to back up.
So I just honked. And he kept backing up until he bumped into my mirror. And I honked more and he kept moving back and back and I was about to scream when I realized we have one of those fold-in mirrors and the movement of the van just folded the mirror back. Around this time he finally realizes something's wrong and he stops.
The light turns green and I move forward and to the right a bit just so my car isn't rubbing against his and I look over at him and he's shaking his fist and screaming something. (Hooray for closed windows, because I suspect I don't want my kids to have heard what he was saying.) I probably should have pulled over to see if there was any damage to the car, but I really didn't like the looks of this guy, so I kept going and he made his left turn.
I haven't inspected my car closely, but it looks like there's a tiny scrape in the door. Considering how often I've scraped the sides of our cars in parking garages, it doesn't look unusual for a car I drive. ::snort::
But I'm really not having a particularly good day.
Oh, I talked to Yael's teacher and she apologized, but I'm just...ugh. I need to go take a Klonopin, because in addition to the very real bad things that could have happened to Yael, there's some social anxiety stuff going on, because I can't explain to Eric's mother what happened (I don't speak Spanish, unfortunately) and she probably thinks I'm the stupidest and most careless mother ever, to have left my daughter at the bus stop twice in two weeks.
And I had to make the phone call to the principal, which I did, obviously, because this is important, but yeah. I hate being me and having my insecurities. I'm gonna go find my drugs now. ::clings to blessed tranquilizers::
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