For those of you who know me, know that last week was the week from hell for me. For those who don’t know me, you’ll have to stay tuned, because I’m not ready to blog about those events yet. The wounds are still too fresh.
I want to take this opportunity to thank the thoughtless woman who butted in front of me in the drive-thru lane at Chick-Fil-A on Friday. I was being kind and let a car exit out of the drive-thru lane. The Thoughtless Bitch (TTB) in the red 4-door took advantage of the opportunity to jump in front of me.
I was pissed. I was more than pissed. I was enraged. How dare TTB think that her time was more important than mine? It took every ounce of what was left of my sanity to not let my foot accidentally-on-purpose slip off the brake pedal.
For the next five minutes, I stewed and intermittently flipped her The Bird if I thought she was looking in her rear-view. And then, to quote Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas, “Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!”
Now it was TTB’s turn to shout her order into the talking box. When she opened her mouth (covered in way too much red lipstick) I leaned on my horn! The look on her face was priceless. The kids thought it was funny. So did I. So funny, in fact, that I did it about three more times she attempted to speak! I laughed my ass off.
So thank you, again, TTB for giving me the comic relief I so desperately needed after the week from hell!