Being the primary caregiver for 5-month-old twins and one five-year-old means I don’t really get out much. When I do, lately it just seems to remind me why I don’t like people. Is that surprising? I mean, really, I became a veterinarian ’cause I don’t like people. Although like many vets, I realized too late that unless Tiger has his own trust fund, he ain’t paying the bills — which means dealing with people.
- People ignore the HUGE double stroller headed toward them on the sidewalk and don’t make room
- People come flying out of parking lots and almost plow into my HUGE double stroller
- People take the California pedestrian right of way to extremes and take 20 min to cross
- People stand right in the entrance gate to school and gossip while everyone else is trying to pick up their kids
- People talk on their cell phone while driving their Mercedes
- People shove past little old ladies in their rush to vote
- People think they can stop me and touch my babies just ’cause there are two of them
- People don’t pick up after their dog
- People come home at 2 am and shout and stomp up their stairs and slam their door which is 4 feet from my open bedroom window
I could go on …
Disclaimer: There are some certain LITTLE people that I DO like.
Oh, and my family, friends and bloggy pals are, of course, exempt.