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.

Love,

Little Miss HorMONA.

Look what Viper Tongue gave me today – perfect timing!