I have a little local coffee shop / deli only a few doors down from my place. Sometimes I love it, go there and get a nice strong coffee to start the day, usually when I’m super tired and need that coffee injection to hit the spot immediately other times I curse its very existence. I used to think smelling pastry in the morning coming through my window would be lovely. It’s not. Sickly. Don’t get me started on the early wake ups on garbage day; the bottle slamming will wake the most heavy of sleepers.
Anyway…
There I am with coffee, taking up a whole table, cuz I want to. There’s a painter filling his wagon with paint and other associated materials, he’s taking his time, why not, its Friday morning? I’d do the same. Another car pulls up behind, in the ‘no stopping’ section, just idealing. The painter goes back to the store and brings out another tin of paint.
*wave to paint shop owner *
The woman in the car jumps out and walks up to the painter with sheer determination and almost yells ‘when are you going. I have a baby in the car!’ I suppress a laughter and under my breathe say ‘yeah… and..?’ The painter looks at her, glances around at the coffee shop people, I smile, couple on nearby table smiles, painter smiles and says ‘I’m sorry’ pauses for a moment ‘you have a baby?' 'What is the world coming to where woman have babies’. The woman seriously angry yells out ‘pig!’ and storms back to her car.
What is with women that bear children, they expect everyone to adjust for them? Not me baby…
Anyway…
There I am with coffee, taking up a whole table, cuz I want to. There’s a painter filling his wagon with paint and other associated materials, he’s taking his time, why not, its Friday morning? I’d do the same. Another car pulls up behind, in the ‘no stopping’ section, just idealing. The painter goes back to the store and brings out another tin of paint.
*wave to paint shop owner *
The woman in the car jumps out and walks up to the painter with sheer determination and almost yells ‘when are you going. I have a baby in the car!’ I suppress a laughter and under my breathe say ‘yeah… and..?’ The painter looks at her, glances around at the coffee shop people, I smile, couple on nearby table smiles, painter smiles and says ‘I’m sorry’ pauses for a moment ‘you have a baby?' 'What is the world coming to where woman have babies’. The woman seriously angry yells out ‘pig!’ and storms back to her car.
What is with women that bear children, they expect everyone to adjust for them? Not me baby…
8 comments:
You should have replied, "Nearly anyone with a womb can get one of those, what's the big deal?"
she probably has one of those massive offroad-type baby carriages, the ones that bump your hips as she power-walks past you on Oxford.
My fave is sticking an "Adult On Board" sign on my car.
-Wombat
oh my favourite are the pram people - they think they OWN the sidewalk!
Perhaps she was upset because she wanted to use that position so she could quickly run into the store to buy what she wanted, leaving the child in the vehicle perhaps with the engine running....
David, isn't that how both cars and babies get stolen?
Either way she sounds like an idiot. What a shame she procreated.
hahahahahahaa.... I call this "the more important rule", and lampooned it in special post on my old blog. Natalie, people with children and more improtant than you or I.... or anyone else for that matter. And don't you forget it missy!!! LOL
Steph - that is what i was thinking :-)
Cibby - I know those woman! I feel like tripping them
Wombat, i know the feeling - hate *those* stickers Grrrrr
M - I know! Hate them with a passion
David, i'm bewildered every time i see that (not as often as 10 years ago)
Sarah - sure is! Its on the tip of my tongue to say 'serves them right'
GB - remember i'm a middle class elitist which means i look down my nose at everyone hehehe
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