Strange thing happened today.
Precursor to strange thing. My sister and I live about 20 miles away from each other. We work about 25 miles away from each other.
Now on to the strange thing.
So, today, my team at work drove 20+ miles to the east to have our �Holiday Lunch� at The Cheesecake Factory. I was the first to arrive, so as they escorted me down this long aisle to my table, I look and go �I think that�s my sister�. Yes, my sister and her co-workers were having THEIR holiday lunch at the same restaurant and sat right across from us. How weird is that?
As for the person mentioned in the locked entry, here�s what I would like to happen. He is currently in NYC. I envision this: He steps out of his cab/limo/bus/subway or whatever method of transport he is using. Some random homeless mentally ill person mistakes him for a golem and slaps him very hard on his winter-chilled cheek. The slap, in fact, is so hard that it knocks him to the ground and into the rush of oncoming pedestrians. Several pedestrians step on him accidentally, one quite brutally steps on his testicles with her stiletto heel. Another homeless person realizes he needs to pee, not seeing the man on the ground, he pees on him. Another pedestrian accidentally kicks dirty, urine soaked snow in his face. Because of the onslaught of pedestrians, it takes him several minutes to recover and get back into a walking position. Walking, however, is impossible, as his testicles hurt like a �mutha�. Come on, let�s all envision it together. Synergy, we can make it happen. I don�t want any permanent damage, just a really screwed-up and possibly humiliating moment.
I also must now admit, that I have become that strange lady who leaves notes on cars. Not just any random car, but the ones whose drivers think they are SO special that they deserve more than one space in a crowded parking lot. I am so tired of people who thing that they are better than the rest of us � the people who take up multiple parking spaces fo their 1 car (and I once saw a person take up 4 parking spaces with 1 car by parking in the X crossing between 4 spaces. All this for a Mitsubishi nonetheless), well for you, I leave you polite snarky notes that say �You must think you are pretty special�; for the people who refuse to wait in line of traffic and instead drive on the shoulder of the freeway or drive in the faster lane and then just cut me off at the last minute, to you, I hug the bumper of the car in front of me to prevent you from butting in, or I drive half on the shoulder, half on the freeway to prevent you from passing. If I have to drive around and search for parking and put my car doors at risk for dings, you do too. If I have to spend MY time, which is equally valuable and precious as yours, waiting in lines of traffic, then you do too. I�m just fed up.
Maybe I�ll work this out when I can start therapy next year, but frankly, I�m just tired of all the damn people who thing they are better than the rest of it.
�Nuff said for the evening. I�m off to watch TV and to a (hopefully) early sleep.
Did you sense a little anger in this entry? Yeah, I know. I�m dealing with it in healthy ways, channeling it into Christmas crafts and present making and such. But still, I just occasionally need a moment to vent.
Oh! And I saw "Stranger Than Fiction" today and I highly recommend it. Funny as hell, with 5 people in the theater, I was laughing my head off, and I'm generally the kind of person who is a crowd-laugher. Also, towards the end, it becomes more poignant. I loved it. 2 snaps in Z formation.
