Spanking

I've now had my hand slapped twice this week by people who have never even seen me, much less met me. Once was in the form of a handwritten note left underneath my windshield in an outdoor store's parking lot because I was not perfectly aligned in my parking space. NO. I was not over the line, this being the first thing my husband asked. That was not what this person spent an unknown about of time writing a tablet page's worth of criticism about. No the complaint was that I was not perfectly spaced in my parking area. Hmmm. I wonder if he got out his (no, I don't know the sex of the person, but based on the handwriting, I'd say it's a good bet it was a neurotic man) handy-dandy measuring tape that I'm sure accompanies him everywhere and measured the exact dimensions.

The second time was from a potential buyer. I posted some things on the Internet for sale, outgrown baby stuff, etc., and I get umpteen inquiries on his car seat. Of course, every one of them wants it REALLY bad, but then none of them ever want it bad enough to actually come pick it up. So, I have learned to re-post and continue to re-post until I have cash in hand while I watch them leave my house with said item. So, I get a nasty e-mail. One of those "but" ones that I've talked about previously. You know, "I don't mean to be rude but..." then the person proceeds to verbally assault you.

Anyway, evidently she had been e-mailing me to set up a time to come "see" it. Okay, I've got a ridiculous amount of people that are making bids on it and wanting to come get it sight unseen, nothing committed, and I'm supposed to set up a time with you to come "see" it? Evidently in this case, a picture is not worth a thousand words. At any rate, she "know you've been on line" because "I've seen you re-post the car seat twice since I've e-mailed you." Oh, so now you're cyber stalking me?

Long story short, (Reader's Digest version: computer worked on, reloading browser software, e-mail f----d) I didn't get any of these e-mails. Well, not until the last "not rude" one that ended with "you lost out and I lost out." We-hell, not exactly. The car seat was picked up last night and they paid $5 bucks more than you were willing to pay. La-whoo. Sa-her.

Oh, I kid, because I hate. These incidents actually really unreasonably upset me. I guess the irony is, I try to go out of my way to be considerate--thanking cashier's profusely for ringing up my candy bar and telling them to have a nice day, opening doors for shoppers, giving to every friggin' bell ringer I pass, letting cars in my lane, etc., etc., etc. Of course, it still boils down to: I'm just a cold-hearted, thoughtless bitch. Bah-humbug.