Anti-Social Mom

In my small circle of people I enjoy being around, I am a very talkative person. I think I am funny(ish) and very easy to get along with. I occasionally visit the girl’s school and talk to the teachers I know and I always chat with nice cashiers at the grocery store. When it comes to the vast majority of other people… I have some issues.

I have no delusions that I, or anyone for that matter, deserve special dispensation. My time is not more important than anyone else’s and I am not special. I know this sounds like I’m getting down on myself, but it is 100% true. Honestly, I think a lot more people need to start thinking a little more like this. I think it would help people remove their heads out of their asses and not be a bunch of rude pricks. You know the people I’m talking about. The people that won’t let people in while sitting in traffic. The people who don’t say thank you when you hold a door open for them. And the absolute worse, the people who wait until the last minute to cut over three lanes of traffic to exit the highway. All of the people that make you want to punch puppies in the face.

I would like to think that the parents of the students at the school the girl’s go to would understand that if we work together that things would go a lot smoother, but alas,  some of them are assholes too. I don’t have to deal with other parents a whole lot, but twice this week I saw just how inconsiderate some of them can be and they were both on the same day!

Let’s start with “awesome” person number one.

I was picking the girls up from school on Tuesday and it is always mayhem. I personally get to the school an hour early so I can get a good spot in line. Now, the girls have gotten out out of school and are in the car. We are heading home and we have to drive through the neighborhood the school is in. Then we encounter her. The woman who is blocking traffic because she is waiting for her kid to walk to her so SHE doesn’t have to sit in the school traffic and is, in turn, creating more traffic that is preventing the school bus in front of me to turn! The bus driver gets out and talks to her and of course she says that she’s not moving because of course she is more important than everyone else. Finally, I get tired of her being a twat. So, with every ounce of calm that I could muster up, I rolled down my window and explained to her that she is solely responsible for the clusterfuck we are sitting in. Of course, I did not cuss or raise my voice at her. Mainly because three out of four of my kids were in the car. She finally removed her head from her anus and moved up, I started telling the cars that were behind her to go around her and we finally made it home.

Time for “awesome” person number two.

Later that evening we had an open house at the girl’s school. The way that they had it set up was in a rotation style. You pick a block of time that you could show up to and you show up. Since we had two classes to go to, we picked the first two blocks of time. The school had asked that if you showed up late, to please be considerate and please wait until the next block of time. Of course, some people cannot follow directions. We are about half way through Noey’s block of time and this mom waltzes in and the teacher asks her to please wait until the next block of time. The mom then says that her daughters have cheerleading practice at 6 and they can’t wait, so the teacher reluctantly let’s them in and tells them that she will fill them in on what they missed after she is done. I think this was more than reasonable. The mom and her daughters come in and stand in the corner by the door and whisper amongst themselves. They stay for about 5 minutes and then just walk out of the class. Robert and I just look at each other with the look of “this bitch here” . The school sent papers home on how this was going to work. Either she didn’t care enough to read the paper or she didn’t care about what the paper said. Both are shitty.

At the end of the day we are all on the same planet, having to deal with our own lives. Just remember that things would go a lot smoother if we realized that we are not special and our time is not more important than anyone else’s.

Just don’t be a dick and stay peculiar.