On a Friday.
It. Was. A. Mad. House.
Considering the gas prices at the Costco Station were around $4.15 a gallon, as opposed to $4.65 down the street, there were cars lined up for as far as the eye could see.
Parking was very lean and because I secured a spot immediately next to one of the cart corrals (which is THE place to park when you have to unload four small children in to a shopping cart and don't want to run the risk of the cart rolling away or getting hit by an oblivious driver) I was in an immediate good mood.
I rolled my cart full of kids in to the store. We tried everything the food demonstrators were offering. We sipped on imported Acai Blueberry Juice and I discovered the higher the stain potential of a substance, the more likely that the children will spill it all over themselves and each other. It is guaranteed that if they were sipping on a two-ounce cup of water, they wouldn't have spilled a drop. But give them a dash of juice from the the super potent anti-oxidant Acai Blueberry, and they will be covered in it from head to toe.
But I didn't mind, because I was happy.
And nothing can bring me down when I'm happy.
As is always the case, I was stopped by SCORES of people.
Are they all yours?
What is the age separation?
Do you have help?
Are they twins?
Are you here by yourself?
How do you do it?
Are you on medication?
I stopped and took my time talking to everyone because that is what a happy person does. The children said hello and would hold up three little fingers and tell anyone that asked they were "Fwee". I would then add that they were "three" not "free" ... which on a lesser day, I'd be willing to give them away at that price, to a good home.
The key to survival, I would tell people, is that it's important to keep a sense of humor and not let little things upset us. "Yes indeed, I have the patience of Job."
We completed our shopping and then made our way outside where we had a nice picnic lunch at one of the tables in front of the store. We even spent a few minutes talking with several firemen who pulled up on their bright red fire engine.
Then, we happily made our way back to the car where I unloaded the children, unloaded the groceries, buckled everyone's seat belts and started to make our way home. By this time, it was 1:15 PM. I was beside myself with joy because after having spent a solid hour at gymnastics in the morning the kids were spent - there was no kitchen to clean up from lunch - we would have a house full of food to last us through the
Driving to the exit of Costco, I needed to get in to my right hand turn lane. I had about 100 yards before I would need to turn right, but checking my mirrors and looking over my shoulder, I could see that my blinker would be necessary to ALERT the nearby motorists of my intent.
So, with my right blinker on, I began to slow down because ... the ... time ... was ... coming ... where ... I'd ... need ... to ... turn ... and ... if ... someone ... doesn't ... let ... me ... in ... I'll ... need ... to ... go ... straight ... and ... then ... I'll ... have ... to ... drive ... a quarter-mile .... up ... the ... road ... before ... I can do a U-turn and come back.
And although a U-turn isn't terribly bad, gosh, it sure would be a whole lot better if one of my fellow motorists would let me in especially since I've got my blinker on - the turn is coming up - and for Pete's sake, I've got four kids in the car who if I don't get home soon, will FALL ASLEEP on the way and that will SHOOT my two hour session of peace and quiet.
No one was letting me in, so I did what any person who had a car full of full-bellied, drowsy children would do. I noted a small opening in the procession of cars and I eased in to it. I then immediately held my hand up and waved a perfunctory "Thank you".
Just then, the car behind me, the car that I had just THANKED, a souped up member of Civic Nation, laid on their horn. They didn't honk their horn. Or beep their horn. They LAID ON THEIR HORN.
Then, they did it again.
But this time, they drew up especially close on my bumper so that I couldn't even see their headlights in my rear view mirror. They were within INCHES of my rear bumper and any safety cushion I felt existed for my children (and the
At that point, I had come to a stop at a red light and I immediately lost consciousness.
Some other being took over.
A being that wasn't happy and couldn't just ignore the jerk in the car behind us.
From some safe spot in my psyche, I could only watch while this crazy maniac that inhabited my body put the vehicle in park - set the emergency brake and got out - with one hand on the door and one hand on pepper spray - and yelled at the driver behind us that the vehicle they were honking their horn at and pretending to ram had FOUR SMALL CHILDREN INSIDE and WHY ARE THEY DRIVING LIKE AN A$HOLE and WHAT WOULD THEIR MOTHER THINK?
And the maniac added that last bit because the driver of the vehicle behind us, was a young man no more than 20-years old with spiked hair and funky sunglasses. And anything that the 20-year old driver in the vehicle behind us might have said - or tried to say - or thought about saying - was drowned out by the maniac from my van, who felt physically capable of CRUSHING their hood.
(While also thinking that perhaps they need an anger management class because rational people don't get out of their cars and yell at absolute strangers in the parking lot of Costco.)
As fast as it started - the fury storm dissipated - the maniac disappeared, I climbed back in to my car with restored consciousness and turned around and happily said to my children "Yay! It's Friday! So, what are we going to do this weekend? Pick out grave sites for your mother who will surely need one if she keeps this up?? Or, maybe we'll go the ZOO!!!"