So, there's this intersection. It's on my way to work now that road construction haunts my morning routine. It's a rather unusual intersection, I'll fess to that, on the toes of a one-way street but NOT a one-way, mind you. I use my signal each morning as I wait at the light, maybe slurping on too hot coffee or smushing a banana, whathaveyou morning things. Normal stuff.
Something about this situation, which I find to be hum drum at 6:45am, really puts a burr in the butt of a particular man. Actually, two particular men but on more than three occasions. I guess we're all just trying to get to work... although, they seem a whole lot angrier about it. I've gotten one furious fingerbird and the evil eye from hooplehead #1 wearing a clone of my favorite Royals hat. The second lovely gent of morning traffic who frequents the area, has both crossed over to my lane to nearly hit me and peeled out, all while throwing some signs and/or blaring his horn. I threw back two fingers the first time to point out the lanes. We both have one. Why not mind our own business and stay to it. I guess, that really frosted him. Perhaps he took my two-fingered pointer as a peace sign. Ah, well. Next time, I'm scheming, I'll pretend to laugh really hard. How do you like that? Nothing discredits anger more than laughter. I'm actually laughing just thinking of it. Am I crazy? I have a stoplight, for goodness sake, which leads me to believe I am perfectly accepted, if not legally welcome at this controlled junction.
Really, I'm sorry this intersection is so confusing to you two bullies. Also, that I'm too stubborn to go the long way and stop at a few extra forever-red lights in the morning just to please you dummies. Oh, and I'm sorry you're headed somewhere that makes you so gosh darn angry... Really, I'm sorry about that. All the while, I'm on my way to wake the sweetest sleeping boy, to pack a healthy bento box lunch with a cookie for dessert, to hear about his bad dreams, to legitimize those fears but so easily make them "all better", to giggle about talking lobsters and the noise we can make with a straw and an armpit. I'm sorry your day is different.
My real question is: Since when did going the wrong way on a one-way (which I don't, but that's the misunderstanding) warrant such a vile response. Where I am from, you give a gentle "beep beep" and motion merely for the safety of the wrong-wayer. Sheesh!
If you follow my instascrams, you know I got some blood work done yesterday to test for food allergies. I'll have the results on Friday or Monday. It's kind of a lose lose. Either I eliminate certain things from my diet, or there's still a big question mark as to my food troubles.
I am indeed wearing my new jeans for the third day in a row. Still no baggy knees or saggy behinds! My legs are celebrating.