For those of you concerned about my temper (I’ve seen scattered comments about anger management, etc.), I give you this account of one hour of my day:
In one hour today in Wellsburg, I learned that my Subaru dealership was trying to overcharge me by 600 bucks (Tire America will replace the struts for 400, not 1050, which is less than the labor cost alone at Wheeling Subaru). While at Tire America, the clerk answered three phone calls for two minutes a piece while allegedly serving me. He then argued with me that my car did not exist because he couldn’t find it in the computer and said I had the nomenclature wrong until I pointed at it eight feet away through the picture window- “It’s right there. Go touch it. It exists.” He then miraculously found it in the computer.
While that was happening, some idiot in a pickup truck parked right behind me and boxed me in, despite there being five other spaces. I asked whose truck it was and would they please move it, and a guy looked at me and said “I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I looked at him and said “So I should just stand here for five minutes while you are being rude and inconsiderate?” The people in the waiting room all gasped (I didn’t even swear and said it in a shocked quizzical tone, not one of anger), and he grumbled and went and moved it.
I drive to Kroger, and a woman walks 45 yards down the middle of the road and refuses to let me pass. I give a slight honk, a “Hey, I’m here kind of honk, not a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP GTFO of my way honk) and she gives me the finger.” At that very moment, some bluehair in a medicare sled Buick starts to pull out in reverse to my left and almost creams the entire driver side door. I go in, grab a cart, and am standing in the produce aisle and some woman talking on the phone runs over my foot (I was wearing tevas) with her cart. I say excuse me, and she asks me “What” as if I just killed her firstborn. “You ran over my foot.” Her response? “Oh.” I will note I said nothing, but my thoughts were of pure evil.
I walked down the aisle, am at the end, and a 3-4 foot tall kid in full football gear comes tearing around the corner and hits me in the balls head on with his helmet. I check out, go to get gas with my Kroger points. Spend five minutes trying to prepay, and it doesn’t work. Walk up to the attendant and tell him I can’t get the pump to work, and he tells me “Oh, yeah. That one is out of order.”
I then followed some elderly person home doing 20 in a 45 the entire way.
That was one fucking hour of my day. One. And I swear it is like that every single day. Every single one.
My mother says she is worried about my temper. I told her the problem is I am sober and am painfully aware of how fucking stupid everyone is around me. No one pays attention to anything they are doing, and when they screw up, they don’t take responsibility and just blame it on someone else- if they even care enough to try to mount an excuse. Most people just say to hell with it and pretend nothing happened- I mean, they weren’t inconvenienced.
I’m sick of it. Just do what you are supposed to and stop being jerks, folks. It’s like 3/4 of the country is painfully unaware that there are people out there besides them, and it is even worse when people are in their cars. Who knew flipping a turn signal was too much of an ordeal for 95% of the people on the road? It’s like people just don’t care that they are in a multi-ton weapon that can KILL people.
Oh, and my shoulder that I had reconstructed is starting to slip out of the socket and I am in constant pain, and will most likely need to have additional surgery. So I got that going for me. All I can say is as shitty as this all is, life is still better sober.