There is a new morning sport in my suburb that separates the women from the girls. It takes place on the side streets around 7:30 am. No joke..It's the game of chicken..and the players are serious.
I live in Newton, MA. There are parts that are very affluent (not my part). Frequently you will see construction trucks parked on the side of the road. The construction trucks are there to do a renovation on an 8000 ft home, building a new monstrosity or perhaps installing a moat. Since the street is narrow, the parked truck is partially in the road so you have to go around it, into the opposite lane. The sane assumption is that you wait (behind the parked truck) and let the opposite traffic go through first and then you go around the truck and swerve into the the oncoming lane hopefully free of traffic. Basic principle-- waiting for your turn.
Holy crap, that is not happening! White knuckled moms, gripping the steering wheel of their fat 2012 Suburbans, are barreling through, narrowly side swiping my cool 2003 Corolla. Call me a chicken but I got the hell out of their way. I doubt where they are going is so important that they can't wait but I just got my kids out the door on time. I am already ahead for the day. I am not messing with some crazy who is probably rushing to Starbucks to get her half caff, no whip, sassafrass latte. I have mentioned before that I get a little agitated during my morning commute. This puts it to another level and I have the girls in the car so I can't even use my choice non-Mom words. I mean, I just took a shower..these women are making me pit down to my socks!
I take risks; I'm tough. (I had Rachel sans epidural.) But this is insane..I am not going grill to grill..I will remain a girl on this one. You'll see my car waiting patiently behind the truck.
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