Sometimes people restore my faith in humanity:
It started on the way to preschool. I was waiting behind a gentleman -- him turning left, me right -- onto a busy main road. There was just enough room for me to squeeze next to him and turn, but it would've made it hard for him to see. For once, we weren't running late, and so I just waited. Another car came along behind us, pulled around BOTH of us, and made a right turn in a huff. I flipped that car off. So did the gentleman. Then he rolled his window down, and I rolled mine down, and we commiserated briefly about stupid unsafe drivers. I wished him a good day, and we headed our different directions. Somehow, sharing the idiocy with a stranger made it dissipate quickly.
Sometimes I amuse myself:
After dropping Claire off, I headed to the grocery store. As I walked down the aisle to grab a gallon of milk, I passed the pregnancy tests. I thought, "Wouldn't it be funny to buy JUST a pregnancy test? Walk up, obviously VERY pregnant, and act all nervous about buying a test."
In other random news, I recently upgraded my cell phone, where by "upgrade" I mean "bought a phone made since 2000." I realized that this phone was capable of downloading ringtones, which meant that I could make it play any song I wanted for a small fee. Since stress and emotion are running high here lately -- what with a baby on the way, Christmas, big job decisions, and the like -- I chose appropriately. If you call me, know that the song alerting me to your presence is Gloria Gaynor's disco hit, I Will Survive. In fact, I think you should call just to make that happen. Also, to make Claire dance. It's an excellent combination.
Sometimes other people amuse me:
I also hit the coffee shop this morning. Two young, cute police officers were sitting at the bar. One smiled at me. While I'm not silly enough to think he found my tired, pregnant self attractive, and he was probably smiling at my new shirt, I WILL TAKE IT WHERE I CAN GET IT PEOPLE. The barista and the cops were cracking up over a job application the shop had recently received. Apparently the applicant had listed his experience at a fast food chain; under "title" he wrote "cooking food". Not cook. Not food preparation. "Cooking food." His reason for leaving that job, and apparently one other? "Girlfriend."