I noticed her out of the corner of my eye while I was gathering my cell phone and keys to put in my purse right after I parked my car in a vast parking lot. I paid no attention to her, why would I need to? She didn’t even know I was in my car since I had been in there cleaning up my mess before getting out when she was unloading her goods into her car next to mine.
I finally got out of my car whenI noticed she had just gotten into hers. But as I took three steps further towards the store, I ran into her cart. Her cart which she left up against the back of my car. Resting against it.
Menopausally speaking, I wanted to shove it (mercilessly, into her car). Anger Managmently speaking, I just stood there looking at it. Then I looked at her. She was looking at me, then quickly glanced down into her purse or whatever was needing her attention. I thought of the things my Anger Management book suggested. Then I thought of what I really wanted to do. I settled on a compromise (hey, one step at a time).
I took the cart, and slowly, o-h s-o s-l-o-w-l-y, walked it between our two cars, the whole time bending down to look at her and to make voodoo eyes contact. She was busy affixing her Bluetooth. I steadfastly refused to stop looking at her. I moved the cart to a nice spot where it wasn’t touching anyone’s car. I really wanted to have it sit against the front of her car, similar to how she left it sitting against the rear of my car. I waited, and waited, gripping the cart, until she finally looked at me. All I did, thank you very much, was give her the Kramer crook eye.
According to my book, that is still a failure to manage my anger properly. No head shaking, crook eyes, finger shaking, tongue sticking out allowed. I think I behaved incredibly well.
Little Miss HorMONA.
Look what Viper Tongue gave me today – perfect timing!