1 post tagged “traffic”
I live in a small farming town. A traffic jam here happens only from a few things. Before and after school or if you get stuck behind a tree shaker or a tractor. Or the occasional elderly person on a lark. My Dr however is in the "big" city of Sacramento. Now Sacramento isn't a big city in the sense of New York or Chicago ( I once saw an episode of cops in Sac and the most exciting thing that they did was chase a wayward bull back into his pen) but the traffic is hell. Unfortunately the 45 minute delay at the Dr's office stuck me right in the middle of rush hour going home. Now, I am not really antsy about driving in the traffic because I had the unfortunate experience of living and driving in Naples Fl for a year. They had a few driving rules there that we don't here like, 3 cars will always run the red light, elderly drivers have the right of way and pedestrians do not.
However I hate sitting in traffic, it makes me nuts. The one thing I did learn yesterday is that a blinker is a sign of weakness at rush hour and I will never use one again. I have only recently begun to use one again anyways after learning the hard way that in FL a blinker isn't used as a turn signal but rather a target for the elderly drivers to aim at. I was seriously hit by an old man on oxygen once because I broke the cardinal rule of not letting three cars run the red and used my turn signal while making a left turn. He didn't stop or even really notice I don't think. My car was spun around backwards and I never saw where he went.
When I finally got back to town I took my sister to dinner because she had been trapped at home all day while I had a pedicure and showed my boobs to my Dr. The kids of course were with us. I have never seen my children or hers for that matter behave so nutty. I wouldn't say they were bad, because they are all still young but I sure as hell wouldn't have wanted to be anyone at a table near us. I swung through Carl's Jr to get the kids some food they would actually eat while my sister got us a table. I figured that them having food right off would make it calmer and we would be able to sit and chat while the kids quietly ate and were quiet. HA HA HA
The youngest, my son chewed up all his food and spit it out only while turned around to face the people behind us. That is my biggest gripe with the, since I hate when strange children look at me constantly while I eat. It makes me feel like I have to interact with them as well and as we have already discussed I don't like kids. So I was on him about that, while my sister wrestled with her son and my daughter they were out of control. My daughter jumped around like a monkey in a frying pan. Whining and squirming. Sliding off her seat and under the table, making a mess and just being loud. My nephew brought this rubber dinosaur with him would wait until my sister turned her head and assault my daughter with it, which would make her screech like a dying rodent and slide under the table to hide. The grand finale of the event was when my daughter switched to my side of the table while I went to pay. My sweet little boy smashed her on the head with his cup making her act as though she were dying, and actually asked to go to the hospital. FREAK.
We pretty much gathered the kids and ran. I was so over the entire day, hurting and just ready for it to end. I was sweating like a body builder at the gym and I just wanted to get the kids in the car. I wanted the day to end. I pretty much came home after that and took two Vicodin. Thankfully my sweet hubby was home shortly thereafter, at which time I locked myself in my bedroom and hid till the kids fell asleep. Remind me never to take the kids out in public again until they are in their 20,s
