When I was growing up, that was something both of my parents would always tell me: “Never hit a girl”. Actually, I’m pretty sure they told me not to hit anyone, but I had brothers so hitting definitely occurred. I was able to abide by the “Don’t hit girls” rule, however.
To this day, I have never broken that rule. This morning, though, I thought about it.
Baby E has been sick the past few days. She has strep throat. Anyone that has little kids will tell you that when they’re sick, kids get very whiny and clingy. This morning she was feeling better…. until I had to start getting ready for work. I took off of work yesterday to stay home with her and I guess she thought I was going to do the same today. If I had the sick time to cover it, I probably would have.
I tell her to change out of her pajamas and into her clothes. That’s when she started fighting me. Instead of getting ready, she started crying and wanted me to hold her. Normally, I love it when she gets cuddly on me. Today, I had to work.
Long story short, I had to dress her myself while she fought me. It made me start running late. So, I picked her up and carried her out to my car. That’s when I ran across the girl that made me want to hit her.
In my apartment complex, each unit has one assigned parking spot. Each parking lot has a few extra spots that are first come/first serve. Last night, all the free spots were taken, so I parked on the street. When I carried Baby E out to the car this morning, there was only one car on the street and it was directly behind mine.
As I was strapping Baby E into her car seat, another car pulled up and parked…. right in front of mine. There was at least 20 feet of free space in front of my car, but this bitch parked directly in front of me. It wouldn’t have bothered me me so much except that she parked so close to me that I couldn’t pull out without hitting her car.
The only thing I could do was back up until I had almost hit the car behind me and turned the wheel as far as it would go. I’m already running behind and now I have to waste more of it pulling out of a parking space that should’ve only taken me two seconds to get out of.
The thing that irritated me the most (and made me want to get out of the car and deck this bitch) was that the entire time I was getting my car out of this spot, she was standing by her car watching me with a shit-eating grin on her face. She thought it was funny.
If I were a worse person, I’d let the air out of her tires the next time I saw her car there. Actually, if I had been late for work (I clocked in with a minute to spare) I probably would have. As it stands, it’s still damn tempting.