Cold Hard Bitch...

I woke up to find that I couldn't get into the Yahoo! acct I've had forever. My hands were shaking by the time I finally realized it was actually compromised. Thank god, Yahoo! actually makes it easy for you if this happens. That was good. This all happened before coffee infusion, mind you. So I was so very not prepared on many levels. Got that all straightened out, but today is dentist day. I hate dentist day. I hate the dentist, though I love my actual dentist person. The dentist always causes pain no matter what because of the dreaded TMJ. So that was weighing heavy on my mind.

Got to dentist and he did his thing, said everything looked good and I needed to floss more (they always say that) and get to specialist for TMJ device (he always says that--because it's true *sigh*). So am feeling okay and pretty good b/c he was very gentle with me. But now must play beat the clock to get home to take girl child to her shift for volunteer work. So here I come and I need to go around the little exit thingy off the main road. And this woman is sitting there in her car and she is way back from the truck in front of her. If she'll scootch up like...8 inches, I can get through. So I gently (so very gently) tap my horn and make a move like "Hey, nice lady can you move up a bit?"

She totally fucking ignores me. And her body language might a well be a neon sign that says I AM IGNORING YOU. So I wait. Hey, I'm nice, not rabid and I have three minutes to spare. But then she moves up about...four inches. Not enough to let me through, but enough to give me hope. I try it. Nope. Can't do it. Though I can see from where I am trapped that I could trot a fat horse between her car and the truck in front of her.

So I gently (and I am not being funny, I VERY FUCKING GENTLY!) tap my horn. beep! beep! beep! Like "Hey nice lady, that's close but not enough. How about a few more inches."

She gives me the finger.

So I sit there, wrestling with my temper. My morning has been stressful thus far and I am a good person and I can certainly wait for this (SEEMINGLY NEVERENDING LIGHT FOR FUCKING CHRIST'S SAKE WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG!) light to change. I can.

So it changes. And I clap. More for myself than her. She leans over and gives me the finger again.

Okay, so here is where it took every shred of self control I could muster to just drive on. The guy behind me in a pick('em) up is laughing, shaking his head in sympathy for me. But seriously, it took everything I had not to give into the crushing urge to motor my window down, lean my entire upper body out of my SUV and flip her the old double bird and throw in a "Prostitution Whore!" a la The Housewives of New Jersey to drive the point home.

But I didn't.

But I wanted to. Still do.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. then this song came on and I have decided to make it my anthem for today. tada!