Friday, September 12, 2008
I'm losing my manners
Ask me do I care.
Nope, especially not lately.
Even little things are really getting to me and it's becoming harder and harder for me to ignore my God given ability to release a little steam by using quite a bit sarcasm.
While trying to get supper done and laid out the other night, for a serve-your-own-damned-self kind of meal, James walked into the kitchen, looked around, and said,
"Did you slice up any tomatoes to go with supper?"
I, not being in the mood for conversation with a man who's first words as he comes in the door are, "What's for supper?" said, "Nope".
He said, "Yes you did, there they are."
I said, "Then why did you ask?"
I heard Jerri snickering over by the fridge and told her, "You'll learn, you've got to take your jabs where you can."
Then, early this evening, I'm at the Kwik stop/gas station that's about 5 miles away to take Zach to meet Jerri and Bubbie so he can go to the football game with them, and I had pulled into a parking place facing the side of the building, then ran inside to get a couple of things. When I came out there were 2 cars parked behind me. One was empty but after a minute or so, the driver of that car came out and moved. The other car had a young lady sitting in it who was looking in the mirror, flipping her hairdo, acting like she had all the time in the world. Being already p'od about what idiots they were for parking there, I waited for a few minutes before I completely lost my manners, then I got out of my truck and walked over to ask her if she was planning to spend the night there.
She said, " Huh?" I said, "Kindly move the beauty treatments out of my way so I can go home tonight."
So, she did.
I backed out of the parking spot, and the only clear way out of the parking lot was blocked by some ASS in a big ol Yukon who had not parked but was sitting there, in the way, waiting for someone who was inside.
So I sat there passing the time by making faces at them and occasionally waving this funny little wave using only one finger on my right hand. I don't reckon they were paying me much attention, I'm not sporting a black eye or anything.
I wonder if they make a pill to calm these sarcastic urge? My grandmother would not be proud.