Jan 13 2009
Not Nice
Things muttered under my breath as I drove the eight blocks to pick up babygirl from daycare:
- What the?
- Oh, yeah, right in my way. Nice.
- This guy’s gonna get hit.
- Could you be shoveling any more in the street?
- Nice move, douche.
No complex interior monologue accompanies any of this, I should add. Just my average everyday hostility to people who aren’t behaving precisely in accordance with my needs. So I pulled into the spot at the daycare and thought to myself, “Hmm, maybe I’m really not a nice person.”
You know what? I mutter all this same stuff, but it’s in the hallways at work.
I wish I was there to see how “This guy’s gonna get hit” works in a hallway!
Usually I’m thinking about punching the dude right on the side of the head. I sort of mutter this to myself in order to psych myself up. But then I think that maybe I should wait until I have tenure. (In that case, the statement is more like a future promise to myself.)
It does say “gonna get hit.” It doesn’t say when. Wait until you get the Letter, for sure.