Perhaps I need to manage my medication a little more closely, but I’m still quite irritated about something (that didn’t even involve me) that happened over four hours ago.
The fam and I were in the Starbucks drive-thru line waiting for a caffeine fix. We were behind one of those lowered, black, window-tinted, punk mitsubishi cars.
He got his drink, pulled forward 5 feet (half of the distance to the GARBAGE CAN) and threw what looked like a half-full, melted, frapaccino against the wall! It splashed on the wall, and the sidewalk, and then he drove away.
What the hell?!
I pulled up to the window, and made some comment to the drive-thru-starbucker. She said he was mad because the can’t take garbage in the window (understandable).
In one of those ‘wouldn’t it have been great if…’ moments. I thought (as I was considering this post) it would have been great if… I poured what was left of the coffee, chocolate, gooey mess all over his car while he was at the stop light. Mrs. eSquared would’ve stopped me before I touched the door handle, I’m sure.
This is where I would write a two page diatribe on the implicit social contract, (Socrates, Smith, Locke) and then rant for another page on disrespectful, callow youth.
Maybe he needs to evaluate his medication dosage also.
Postmodern Dad 