"No Patience" Pachet

Chalk it up to hormones...my patience appears to have waned, perhaps storing up for parenthood, when it will be sorely needed. Specifically, my tolerance for stupidity, lack of courtesy, dangerous behaviour and rudeness in adults is at an all-time low.

Things that set me off include:

Able-bodied teenagers and adults not giving up a seat on the bus to the differently-abled, elderly or pregnant. This especially includes that very large dude in his late-thirties who sits in an accessible seat with his legs spread so far apart, that he often takes up three seats. Seriously, are your balls that big?

Drivers who don't use their signals, speed, cut off other vehicles, are too slow, are texting behind the wheel, appear distracted...ok, fine, ALL drivers. I have a precious, honey dew-sized package to protect!

Customers who don't consider other patrons during their transactions. For instance, after an appointment yesterday evening, Babydaddy and I were heading home to eat a long overdue dinner. I needed to stop at 7-11 to pick up bus tickets (andgetarootbeerslurpee). As I walked in, there were two women at the counter being rung through by the cashier. I got in line behind a nice couple buying pints of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. The women at the counter were still paying...or so I thought. Turns out they were wandering around the store, selecting more items to buy, as the line of customers behind them got longer and longer. As she was handing the cash to the incredibly patient cashier, the first woman spotted some beef jerky...she asked a question I couldn't hear, then meandered down the candy aisle, cash in hand, to stare at something for two minutes. She returned to the counter, EMPTY HANDED, paid, took forever to get her groceries off the counter and leave. Babydaddy stormed into the store, worried I had given birth amongst the Doritos and day-old hotdogs, only to find me fuming in line.

Given my general timidity and reluctance to call people on their shit, my frustration is mostly spewed out privately to my family and friends. I can't imagine the number of new assholes I'd have ripped around this city if I let loose. Most of the time, I can laugh about it later, chuckling at my ire and ridiculous threats of knocking on windows at red lights.

Some people miss seeing their feet during the last stage of pregnancy; I miss not wanting to shove mine up everyone's ass.