Last Saturday I had a great opportunity - dropping my 4-year-old at a birthday party for an hour and a half. Now at first I bitched about the party, thinking I was going to have to stay. But alas, it was a drop and run - the best kind of party ever. I'm new to this birthday party thing because I'm from the school of thought that believes that I shouldn't have to do a kid party until my kid's in Kindergarten. Every parent in my son's preschool clearly disagrees, since they are each throwing them. I had the good fortune of having the first birthday in the group, right away in September, and attempted to set a precedent by not throwing one, but clearly I'm not an influential person among moms. Shocking!
Anywho, they clearly don't hold grudges, so my kid still gets invited to all these lovely fetes. And generally I bitch about it, because I bitch about just about everything. So off go my son & I to the community center, and I drop him off, book in tow and head to the local coffee house to actually read uninterrupted for the duration of the party. I get to the 4-way stop at the exit of the community center, 2 turns from the coffee house & bliss... I am on the right, and get there just a touch before the woman to my left. She believed, as so many do, that the traffic rules don't apply to her. I disagreed, because among my many offensive traits is the need to educate all those on the road with me about their deficiencies in traffic rule knowledge. Although she began to roll very slowly into the intersection, I took off into the intersection to make my turn and get on my merry way. She didn't appreciate this move and made many gestures and much verbal gesticulation.
Now normally I ignore these gestures when I really believe I'm in the right because what's the point, and after all the person might have a firearm. But this time, headed to a rare hour plus of relaxation and alone time, I gave her the bitchy air kiss. WTF? Really, what is the matter with me?
