I didn't mention this one last week because I figured I'd complained enough.
Last Thursday I was outside the supermarket putting Chai into the car. It was pretty quiet and there were lots of spare parking spots. When I got to the car and started putting Chai in there were no other cars around. After I put him in the car, I was getting out of the back seat when a ute drove into the spot next to me, right into my open car door and forced the door backwards. FFS.
With superhuman restraint I looked at the man driving and said "You idiot!", to which he responded "I was sick of waiting". FFS.
It takes me about 90 seconds to put Chai into his seat. Considering the idiot hadn't been in sight when I got to the car, he wouldn't have been waiting for more than a minute. As there were parking spots all over the place I have no idea why he had such an urgent need to park next to me. FFS.
We then had the following conversation:
Me: You were sick of waiting? I didn't know you were there!Idiot: I was sick of waiting.
Me: I didn't know you were there, I was putting my son in the car. You should have beeped and I would have closed the door.
Idiot: I didn't want to beep.
Me: Then you could have called out.
Idiot: I was sick of waiting.
Me: Yes, I'm aware of that. And now you've damaged my car.
Idiot: The door still closes.
Me: That doesn't mean it's not damaged!
Idiot: No damage done, I think we were both lucky.
I don't see anything lucky about a rude, impatient man who thinks I have eyes in my bum driving into my car! FFS.
He wouldn't give me his details, so if you recognize this man, please let me know his phone number.
I've encountered so many idiots and rude people lately that I'm starting to wonder if it's me and not them. I'm the common denominator in all these events. Perhaps I am being rude when I think I'm being polite. Or perhaps it's not reasonable to expect people to wait a minute whilst I put my child in the car, unaware that they are waiting. FFS.
Friday I got an email from Woolworths saying that some almonds I'd purchased recently were being urgently recalled as there was a risk of salmonella poisoning. FFS.
I've been eating them every day. FFS.
Chai has had an upset belly for a few days and Saturday he did a power spew all over both of us, his feeding chair and the carpet in his bedroom. FFS.
We had to have a shower as we were covered in spew. FFS.
Even my bra and undies were soaked. FFS.
Sunday we realised that he also had diarrhea. FFS.
We found out in the funnest way, not. FFS.
Hubby was getting his breakfast when he noticed poo on the floor. FFS.
Chai had done a poo which had leaked out of his nappy, down his leg and onto the floor. FFS.
He'd been running all over the house, so I spent 15 minutes walking around the house cleaning poo off the floor. Fun. FFS.
You've missed my poo stories haven't you? FFS.
The spam I'm getting on my blog has gone crazy lately. FFS.
I'm getting at least 20 spam comments a day. FFS.
It's so annoying! FFS.
As far as I'm aware the only way to stop this to to turn captcha on, but there's no way I'm going to do that cause it's such a crap system. FFS.
BIL is still not talking to hubby. FFS.
It really upsets hubby and annoys me. It's high time BIL started acting like and adult not a teenager. FFS.
I am so tempted to call him and tell him to grow up and stop being an angry, bitter old man. FFS.
Twitter is not working properly on my new phone. FFS.
I can't see all of the tweets, it sends dm's when in wants to (which is not very often) and it doesn't tell me when anyone has tweeted me. FFS. (First world problems, I know.)
We are putting our house on the market this weekend, so have spent the last two weeks getting the house ready for sale. FFS.
Wednesday hubby decided that we needed to add lattice to our fence. FFS.
Wednesday night we were painting the stupid fence till 10pm. FFS.
I've spent the last two weeks cleaning the house and am so exhausted I can barely drag myself through the day. FFS.
Thankfully we all all done now.
Have a beautiful weekend!