I mentioned to my mom yesterday that my thyroid medication seems to be a little more effective now that I’m taking it in the morning, because I don’t feel quite so irritable lately. I spoke too soon.
We were at the drive-thru of a well-known fast food restaurant for lunch today and first of all, I was mildly annoyed when the woman taking my order couldn’t hear me and I couldn’t hear her. But we resolved that issue and all was well. When I pulled up to the first window to pay her, I realized she was the manager.*
I tried to pull up to the second window to retrieve our order, but a white mini-van in front of me hadn’t given me enough room to do so. At first, we thought they were making sure they had all their food and that seemed to be the case as the driver started to pull up a bit further. After stopping again, it became clear they’d been asked to pull ahead and wait. In the meantime, the employee at the window greeted me, looked ahead at the van, shook his head and said, “Some people just don’t know how to drive.”**
He then apologized for also having to ask me to pull ahead, and suggested a parking spot off to the side. I wasn’t irritated by that; I understand that they get slammed sometimes, and this was a strange time of day (2:30) for a lunch rush. So, I said, “Sure, no problem.”
Except that it *was* a problem, because there was a line behind me and I had no room to back up, and I was already within a foot of the mini-van’s rear bumper. I started to cut the wheel and try, but it was clear there was no way. I honked the horn and heard voices yelling unintelligible things in response. So, I yelled, “If I hit you, it’s not going to be my fault!”
At this point, the passenger (male) got out and started yelling at me, “She can’t pull up, there’s someone in front of us!” Miraculously, she did manage to pull up at that very moment. As I maneuvered out of the spot I was in and made the turn into the indicated parking space, I saw there was easily four feet or more between her front bumper and the car ahead of her, which my mom and I BOTH pointed out. Both the driver (female) and her companion screamed at us that the other car had JUST NOW pulled up, and for good measure, the guy yelled “BITCH!” at me.
Yeah, well I see your “BITCH!” and raise you: “Fucking bitch!”
I know. Really mature of me.
I guess the thyroid medication might need a little more adjustment after all.
* The manager who was nowhere in sight even though she had three vehicles of very aggravated people, some of them cursing at each other. And it was a completely different third employee who meekly brought out everyone’s food. Not very managerial, in my opinion.
** In my defense, the employee at the window had a much better view of the entire situation, and he still seemed to think that she could pull up further. So, I really do think she was just being… well… a fucking bitch.