Last night it was raining, not thundering and lightning, just raining. There were still sports practices in session despite the wet stuff. On the way to DD1’s soccer practice, Hubby and I had a discussion and I ended up deciding not to have her go. It was wet, the fields were gross, we’ve had strep throat in the house, I was grumpy from a late patient at work and I was happy with my decision. As we left the field (I had to pay the coach’s fee and let them know she wouldn’t be there) and drove to DD2’s cheer practice, it was raining pretty good so I made sure to MERELY travel the posted speed limit. Apparently, there was a jeep behind me that disliked my choice and was impatient with my other choice of not moving to the right lane (since I didn’t feel I could safely move over with a car so close to blind spot) and he promptly sped past at first opportunity……FLIPPING ME THE FINGER the whole way. First I was mad…..a)it’s raining and b)I choose to drive safely WITH MY KIDS IN THE CAR. Idiot. And then, I laughed. As I continued traveling the posted speed limit, about 10.5 seconds later I saw that he beat me to the red light. I did my pointing-oh-you-beat-me-to-the-red-light-dance and made sure he saw it. If it weren’t still raining, I would have made sure he heard my lyrics. With a smile on my face, he got the picture. And he added more hand gestures. Whatev, babes. At least I don’t work in the ER anymore to deal with your whiney self coming in on the backboard crying because you have to pee and you’re strapped down in a neck collar….all because you were in a hurry on a rainy night…to beat me to a red light.
Vent over…..be careful out there people. An extra 10 seconds behind a careful Mama isn’t going to ruin your day. For realz. Blessings!
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