so, let me start by saying that the past couple of days I have been an emotional wreck. I cry for no reason...I get mad over something that I would have laughed at before. It is truely out of hand...here is my example from earlier today -
My husband had to get his car dropped off at the dealership for some work to be done, so I volunteered to do it. I got the loaner car and parked next to hubby's car to switch out somethings that I was not sure if he needed or not. I anticipated doing this, so before I got there I bagged everything up into 3 bags, figuring it would be quicker to just throw the bags from one car to another. Well as I got out of the rental, this guy starts blowing his horn at me and indicates that I need to move the vehicle...mind you there was p-l-e-n-t-y of room for him to go around me...so, with gestures, I showed him what to do. He continued to honk at me to move the vehicle. By this point, I already had one bag in the loaner and was grabbing the second bag. I turned and gestured to give me "one second." Yeah, he didn't like that and laid on his horn. At that point I was like "screw him" and I started just looking in the car, just to take up time
After a minute of hearing his horn now, I figured I had my fun and closed all the doors and got in the loaner car. As I was backing up to leave the parking lot, he speeds up to my front bumper and laid on his horn again. I put the car in park, gave him the finger and then got out of my car. Hormonal pregnant lady had enough of this jerk!!! I begin cussing him out and pointing my finger in his face...until the manager of the store came out and told "Mr. I love my horn" that I had done nothing wrong and that he needed to calm down. I got back in my car, called "Mr. I love my horn" an "Impatient F%ck"
and went on my merry way.
Oh, it isn't over. So, I pull out of the parking lot and who is behind me...Mr. I love my horn. Well, thank goodness I was on a one-lane road, with a speedlimit of 30mph. Yeah, vendictive hormonal
biatch that I was at that moment, became the forgetful pregnant lady who did not remember where the gas petal was
. Needless to say, if he was in a hurry he messed with the wrong pregnant lady. I took up at least 30mins of his time total today...all he would have had to have done was sit quitely for 30seconds in the parking lot or just go around me in the first place.
Now I am just finding it funny...
That has been my week in a nutshell Hopefully the weekend will let me relax a little!
Leslie