This is an actual account of a trip to the grocery store today. This aging Barbie in the bullying white truck who would not let me turn into the grocery store and then laid on the horn and followed me when I had the audacity to do so, is a real person (with fake parts). I did drive around the parking lot with her following me (after me having waved at her with my finger when she laid on the horn and accelerated instead of allowing me to make the turn). She approached my car and angrily "invited" me to discuss the matter in front of my children, but I chose instead to turn on the CD player and ignore her. Beautifully and ironically the song on the CD was from the musical "Wicked". She left disappointed not to have engaged in a fight and completely missed the humor of the moment.
I was a bit shaken and the kids were a bit rattled. I hated that. I was telling a friend of this experience when she relayed her own.
Two nights ago she and her husband went to dinner in a very nice town. They were trying to turn into a parking spot but had come a little close to the spot and needed to back up and try again. A woman with a nice car refused to back up. They motioned to her so she would know their intentions. Nothing. The wife got out of the car and asked her to back up. No response. The wife began to insist she back up while many people were watching. Nothing. The husband and wife drove off and let the woman have their spot.
I know none of this will make the headlines, but I fear this is a sign of the times in suburbia. It will be interesting to see if we can all keep it together and play nice while our toys are being taken away from us or if there will be more of this kind of thing in the coming months.
I for one will do my part. I intend to engage in only acts of passive (aggressive) resistance in rhyme. If I am pushed too far, I may be forced to start expressing some of this in song! So DON'T PUSH ME!!! Musical theater happens, and it's NOT pretty!