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4.02.2007

My Beaten Down Life


So I walk out of the grocery store a second ago only to find a Suburban parked to my left. The rear door of that big rig on my driver's side was open with The Mom of said Suburban sticking her head into it. I could hear her talking to what seemed to be a child as she blocked my path to my front door, so I walked around to my passenger side, dumped my bag full of frozen food into it, and then walked around the front of my car to my driver's side door.

A slight pain, but no biggee.

So I get in and notice that the lady is still back there. Although I probably could have carefully backed out, I didn't feel comfortable doing so. Just the thought of some child barrelling out of the Suburban into my path was enough for me to be patient. One minute passes as I look into my driver's side rear view mirror. Maybe two. Sheesh. Come on lady, get after it.

Then I finally see The Mom get through with whatever in the heck she was doing and back away - only to then see a little six year oldish girl pop out of the open rear door and run to the front passenger door. Unfortunately for me, that front door that the little girl was to enter was closed. The obvious was coming. Before I could utter to myself, "Oh noooooooooooo", I heard the "BAM" of her throwing open the door (with the strength of Xena the Warrior Princess, I might add) as it to came crashing against the side of my family wagon - the product of a failed marriage of long ago, but I digress.

As I sit there shaking my head, The Mom adds insult to injury by leaving her shopping cart against my front fender. Certainly she, who could have afforded to lose a few pounds, didn't need the exercise of taking the cart the thirty feet to its proper recepticle.

Cue the "Curb Your Enthusiasm" music.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Barry - you mean you didn't hop out of the car and confront the driver and insist on her repairing your damage - and return the cart to its proper position? What a wimp! Who knows, you might have struck up a conversation and she's have become wife #9.

comment4U said...

Don't you just love the "I Hate My Life!" moments?? Had one of those today myself, only it didn't involve a car....didn't involve the grocery store....nor did it involve misspelling "receptacle." ;)

Anonymous said...

People Suck! Just like riding in the passing lane! No consideration for the fellow man.

Anonymous said...

Why do these people breed? Sterilize the self-centered.

Anonymous said...

9:18PM, he was scared she'd crush him under her mound of lard.

mzchief said...

To Barry...
Considering the inconsideration of the child's mother you could expect NO more from the child.

Anonymous said...

If you start having neck and/or back pain from this horrific accident I know a "good" lawyer.

Anonymous said...

Barry, you are a better man than I am a woman, if you didn't say anything....

Anonymous said...

1:12, if you are bugged by people riding in the left lane, it means you're doing the same thing. "Passing" (i.e. speeding along in your truck that's not ever used to actually haul anything) everyone is the same as riding in the left lane. Maybe you should flip the finger at yourself instead.

Anonymous said...

For someone with aspirations of being a good lawyer, it is pretty sad that you do not have the nuts to even say something.

Guess it is easier to get on here and gripe than deal with the situation.

Another e-wussbag is born.

Anonymous said...

1:12, have u been drinking?

Anonymous said...

10:24....You are what they call a Blue Haired Knuckler!!!

Anonymous said...

You should have bitch slapped the woman until the child started crying, and then told her, "It's all your fault that mommy has a black eye now."

That would have taught her.

wordkyle said...

I bet she had a joint burning in the ashtray and wanted to hurry back to it before the kid started to bogart it.

If marijuana was legal, maybe none of this would have happened.

anonymouse said...

sounds like you're speaking for experience..dumbass..