Wednesday, December 14, 2011
"Yes?" I say.
"Do you think I came at 2:30 just to let someone like you block me in?"
In fairness to him, I am about two feet from the curb - tucked nicely behind the Staples delivery van. In all fairness to myself, we are in the large school driveway and I'm at least six feet ahead of him - more than enough room for him to pull out around me.
"Are you leaving right now?" I ask him.
"Doesn't look like it, does it?"
The condescension flaming off his words digs at me and I am immediately angry but I lace my voice in holiday sweetness, "I'm so sorry. I'll move it right away."
I go back to my car, pull it out and across to the other side of the driveway. Then I walk past him again and smile on my way to get Liam. I hope he feels like a turd.
I collect both boys, feeling victory boil as I get to pull out of the parking lot before he collects whatever rug rats he's responsible for. Looks like you didn't need me to move after all. Merry Christmas, Scrooge!