Do you know what I hate? People. You know why? Because according to them, they’re almost always more important than you.
Let me give you a for instance. For instance, say you’ve taken your entire family to DC’s Chinatown for a Chinese New Year parade. Say you’ve wrestled a 3-year-old, a 5-year-old, and a 7-year-old into a two-square-foot bit of sidewalk and you’ve maintained them in that spot for a half hour.
So what do you do when a teenager elbows you out of the way and stands directly in front of your five-year-old?
I used to seethe quietly, but I’ve either gotten less timid, more sick of jackasses, or both.
“If you stand there, my kids won’t be able to see,” I bluntly said to the rude girl standing there. She glanced at me and then sidled off to stand in front of someone else.
Eventually a large group of people joined her where she finally ended up in the street in front of us—and the people on the curb who had arrived even before we did. They were mostly sitting, so not blocking our view, and I was relatively sure that the cops would move them out of the street before the parade came down our block (they did), but it still annoys me.
You can call me the most uptight person in the world if you want to, and I’m okay with that. Because when it comes to people disrespecting other people and putting their desires ahead of what is clearly the natural order of the universe (i.e., you get there first, you get to sit in front), I get angry.
Original DC Metro Moms Blog post.
Jean does her fair share of complaining at Stimeyland as well.