Wednesdays are usually wonderful days, thanks to free Barnes & Noble StoryTime with the twins - we have always had a great time going. Today, not so much.
Here are the things that made me either angry or want to cry, or both.
1. Observing the following interaction between 2 moms while we waited for ST to begin:
Lady1: Oh my gosh, Lady2. I didn't know you would be here, how are you?
Lady2: Wow, Lady1, HI! Oh my gosh, HI.. Oh my gosh. You're pregnant?!? Again? Wow, Oh my gosh.
Lady1: **Chuckles** Yes, seems like all I have to do is look at my husband and I get pregnant. **Chuckles** Can you believe it, 3 kids under 5.. we're so blessed. **Chuckles**
Lady2: Oh my gosh.. you are so lucky. Oh my gosh.. how wonderful. Oh My Gosh, Oh my...
Meanwhile.... me and the twins decide we do not like these ladies and need to sit as far away from them as possible. We moved.
2. Realizing that Sweet Old Grandpa Man that usually leads ST is not here, again. And now we are stuck with Quiet Shy New Girl who doesn't have an instrument (like Grandpa Man) or a puppet (like Grandpa Man) or sing songs (like Grandpa Man). Boo.
3. Mr. Grumpy Pants and Mr. Grumpier Pants who are standing in the foyer area blocking both sets of double doors having a getting-more-heated-by-the-moment debate about the current state of economic turmoil.
Hey! Mr. Grumpy - I'm pushing a freaking double stroller here! And while I can certainly manage to get out the door without your assistance (though it would be nice if you held the door!), I most certainly CANNOT get out the door without your assistance if you don't move your ass out of my way!!
Me Politely: Excuuuuse us. **smile**
:::Mr. Grumpy glances up at us, clearly noticing the stroller and stepped back about 3 1/2" STILL blocking both doors and does NOT hold the door.:::
Me Not So Politely: Um, excuse me. We need to get out the door, so if you insist on having this conversation here the LEAST you can do is HOLD THE DOOR so I can get by.
[My heart was racing as I said this because I'm usually too much a chicken to speak my mind...]
:::Mr Grumpy then looks at me - seeming quite shocked - for about 4.8 seconds. I just stared back at him..:::
..until he finally said "Oh, let me get the door for you."
THANKS ASS.
And Numero 4: People that smoke RIGHT outside the entrance to the store (or any store, really). That to me is just rude and thoughtless... at least step a few feet away so everyone entering/exiting this busy bookstore isn't subjected to your stinky and unhealthy 2nd hand smoke. Fortunately (for convenience) and unfortunately (thanks Smokey McSmokerson) we had a front row parking spot... so while getting the girls out of the stroller and into the car I was trying to give the girls an impromptu lesson in holding their breath.
Now we all stink like smoke. Lovely.
So thats been my day so far... Wonderful Wednesday.
Sorry I've been so negative this week... hope it will pick up soon. It should, tomorrow is my Friday and I have a 4 day weekend!! Thank GOODNESS. Couldn't come at a better time.
Hope everyone is having a good day!!
2 comments:
Bwahahahahaha at telling Mr. Grumpy Pants exactly what you were thinking! That's so awesome!
Sorry story time wasn't the usual good time. Maybe tomorrow you could take the twins to a wine bar. Tell them it's "adult story time." ;-P
OMFG, did those women SERIOUSLY have that conversation? Really? That would make even ME want to slap them!
Hope next week is better for you (and me)! Thinking of you.
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