I once heard someone say that if you meet more than one jerk (He actually said A**hole) in one day, maybe you’re the jerk. I think about this whenever I have days abundantly filled with jerks.
This happens when you try going to Disneyland on a day when there are hundreds of middle school band kids and their chaperons. On days like this, boarding a Disneyland tram at 10:30 at night should be an Olympic sport. Apparently, a chaperon with 12 teenagers to corral onto a tram will bring out the worst in anyone. Or maybe the middle-aged lady with the “Stampin Up!” backpack is just a total freaking…I’ll just stick with jerk. This lady pushed her herd of teens ahead of everyone else, including us (who had been waiting patiently in line for a lot longer than they had been). As the tram left I lost all sense of decorum and did the meanest thing I dared to do. I stared her down with a long, hard, scowling stare as her and the tram drove away. This was the second time I stared a lady down that day. The first time, an old lady in the bathroom had been giving Little Girl a dirty look for apparently no reason. Oh no you di’in’t! But to get back to the tram story, when the next tram came and we were trying to get our stroller onto it, another family went ahead and took our spot. But being exhausted and annoyed and angry, we got on anyway. I didn’t stare down THAT lady because we had to ride the tram with her and her family of four (and stroller), but I did pen them in with my family of six and a double jogging stroller. And I didn’t even feel bad, so there.
Days like this I wonder, who’s the jerk? Them or me? I’m the one that got mad and lost my cool. And I’m the one encountering jerks throughout the course of the day. So apparently it’s me.
This happened again the other day when I was at the grocery store. I was trying to find a parking space and as I turned into the parking lot, I was blocked by an SUV towing a boat. This guy (or gal) was doing a 12-point-turn trying to wedge his car AND boat into two parking spaces that were situated in between other cars. I must acknowledge their superior skill as they were actually able to complete this task. However, at the time I was extremely irritated by the fact that I was sitting there in the parking lot not-so-patiently waiting for the opportunity to park my freaking car so I could buy my milk and get out of there. THEN on my out of the grocery store, walking to my car, I almost got hit by an old lady speeding through the parking lot in a shiny gold SUV. How could I encounter so many jerks within just a few minutes? I mean, I WAS crossing the street without any regard for who was speeding through the parking lot. I suppose I could have stopped and waited my turn. But don’t pedestrians have the right of way? Either way, the fact that I met more than one jerk means that the real jerk is me. I suppose.
But in reality, I’m a pretty nice person. My friends like me. I’m generally nice to strangers. I always say “thank you”, “excuse me”, and “sorry”. There are jerks out there and I guess I just so happen to find them all at once. Because to tell you the truth, I’m not THAT jerky. I hope.