Back Seat Road Rage
I've often said that Mila is a good baby, but she most certainly isn't an easy baby. There's a big difference, you know. She's good because she's happy more often than she's not. For that, I am grateful. She is not easy, however, mostly because of that whole opinionated and not afraid to yell at people thing.
The times when she yells at people it's usually easy to figure out what she wants. Eating and sleeping are at the top of her list, but sometimes it's that she wants to move. Somewhere. Anyway.
For example, she will happily sit in my lap for a few minutes. But then? I better take her for a cruise around the world. She wants to go-go-go-go-GO.
Even in the car.
If the car is moving, we are all happy little campers. Mila sits peacefully in her carseat while I drive. But if I stop, espcially for an extended amount of time, ALL OF THE YELLING. I can't prove it, but I do believe Mila is already exhibiting signs of road rage. She would like to tell everyone who is in the way of her reaching her destination to screw off.
Go ahead and guess how fun road construction season has been so far.
Which brings us to a little incident that happened tonight. Mila was my date for a Riverhounds game. Well, Mila and approximately half of Pittsburgh. I somehow managed to not catch that tonight was An Important Game, so I wasn't really expecting to run into a bunch of traffic as I neared the stadium.
Mind you, I wouln't have encountered the traffic if it weren't for the Massachusetts People. They managed to hold up a whole lot of people with their antics.
I don't know anything about the Massachusetts People except for the fact that they had an out-of-state license plate and an intense desire to get to the game. They were directly in front of me as we turned into the road near the stadium. I thought I would pull into the first parking lot, which is apparently what EVERYONE decided to do, including the Massachusetts People.
Except the lot was full. It was evident immediately because the parking attendants were standing at the entrance waving people on.
Which, okay. Next lot!
Massachusetts People disagreed. They REALLY wanted into that first lot, so they opened their windows and tried negotiating their way into the VERY OBVIOUSLY FULL lot.
It didn't work so well. It took them a while to come to terms with the fact that a parking attendant cannot give someone a parking space if there is not a parking space to give. They decided to (finally) try the next lot.
The ran into the same results. They still gave it the good old college try, though. They argued and talked and gestured because they wanted in.
Now, imagine what life was like in my car. Miss Mila was so very happy when we were moving, but during those pauses when Massachusetts People were arguing with the parking attendants? HOOBOY. There is no consoling the Tiny Human when she's in rage mode, so I rolled down the windows and shared the love.
Not that it mattered. Massachusetts People still tried to talk their way into every single full lot instead of just following the parking attendants' suggestions to proceed to the far lot.
Mila is going to be such a delight when she finally gains control of the car and can yell at people to get the hell out of her way through an open car window.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Reader Comments (3)
My 2 year old currently argues with us whether the light is red or green and tells us to go while we try to explain the light is in fact red and we have to wait until it is green or we have to wait our turn to go.
As a former New England resident, I know that the proper term for Massachusetts People is Masshole. The more you know...
As a frequent visitor to Massachusetts [my sister lives there], I can tell you that it is chock-full of idiot drivers.