Not me, but the woman in the car with two kids I saw Saturday.
As we like to do on Saturday morning we have breakfast at DD. I get a small coffee with cream and sugar to go along with, aptly, a coffee cake muffin. Donna gets a toasted plain bagel with butter and cream cheese on the side and washes it down with a small hot chocolate/no whipped cream. We then, if possible, sit at the stools looking out over the parking lot and read the store’s copy of the Saturday WSJ.
Near the end of our breakfast this Saturday I notice a small 4-door car pull into the nearly empty parking lot and stop smack in the middle of the traffic lane. I could see a short overweight woman behind the wheel. At first I thought maybe she was trying to figure which spot to pull into, but she didn’t move. After about 30 seconds, both back doors open simultaneously and out out step two kids, a boy and a girl. They both look to be somewhere between 9 to 12 years old, maybe 5′ tall and weigh about 200 pounds. They close their doors, start walking into Dunkin’ Donuts and mom starts to drive off.
I go into full cranky old man mode: I say, inside my head, to myself, “This is the last place she should be bringing those kids for breakfast, they need a little lean protein, a small glass of juice and some exercise. And I can’t believe she is just dropping these kids off. Where is she going? Back down the street a bit to buy a lottery ticket?” But she doesn’t go far, she pulls into the opposite side of the lot to park, taking up the better part of two spots with her 1998 Ford Escort. This sets off another volley, again inside my head, about how people can’t park worth a flip, either through arrogance or ignorance (kind of wish I had one of these handy.)
For all I know my crappy attitude towards this family is totally unfounded. It could be that the woman just got Social Security check on Friday and could finally pay to get her car out of the shop, where they still haven’t fixed the power steering right and she has a few dollars left over so she can buy her two grand-kids, who she rarely gets to see, a couple of hot chocolates on this chilly morning.
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I’ve always said that Angry attitude is a choice. You can either allow other people to anger you… or not. Laughing, or just smiling knowingly, is more fun and healthier.
I do admire the ideas you came up with for possible, though improbable, reasons that she would do such things.
I think that her blood sugar was too low for her to think properly because she skipped breakfast to eat doughnuts later. The kids will always beat adults to the sugar because that is what they think of most. GIVE ME SUGAR! NOW! or sooner please.