I admit it. I am not the best driver. I would much rather have someone else take the wheel. I drive slowly “like a Granny” and I hate when I do not know where I am going. One such day, I was following directions to meet someone. I was at the point of, “Turn on this street” that should have been coming up soon and I was reading all the street signs. Driving down the road. Slow to read sign. Not it. Continue down road. Slow to read sign. And, “Oh! That is it!” I turned. I turned without turning on my blinker. Meanwhile, there was a middle aged man, sitting in a truck, waiting to turn out of that same street. When I turned, without applying the blinker signal, he leaned out his window and yelled out words that would make even a sailor blush. I just stared at him in complete amazement thinking, “Dude, this is obviously about something else.”
We are not very big TV people. Although we have currently given in, we spent most of our marriage with no cable. Back in one of these days, I was going about cleaning up the home and going through the routine of my day. I was home alone. There is a knock at the door. I answer. There stands a man that appears to be in his twenties. “Mam, You are stealing cable and I need to come in and take a look.”
Don’t know why I tried to be polite, “Sorry, I am not stealing cable. You can not come in now. If you would like to come back later this evening, you can come in then.”
He turned redder than I have ever seen a human body turn before and continued with a slur that would again make a sailor blush, insisting that he is going to come into my house. I closed and locked the door and called for backup.
These are the situations that I refuse to deal with in life. Because I do not know what I am dealing with. There is obviously a breakup, a crushed dream, a canceled vacation, SOMETHING, there is something bigger that was causing the anger and I was not going to be a victim of that misguided anger.
Yes, I have been that person. I have been angry to my brim. I have been angry and done the wrong thing. (Although, I have never tried to force myself into someone’s house before. Yikes!) But this is a whole new level. This is an anger when we refuse to deal with the situation, an anger where we allow it to change us. That anger. That is where I will shake the dust or, if needed, stand and fight.