Irrational RAGE!

Last week I was driving through a school zone with a crossing guard and everything.  The speed limit was 15 mph.  It was the first day of school and traffic was at a dead stop because every parent on the planet needed to pick up their kid on the first day!  Well okay, I can understand that.

But I only had a few minutes to grab lunch before my next meeting.  I did a u-turn and went back to go down a side road and get out of school traffic hell.  Very aware that I was still in a school zone I was going maybe 13 miles an hour.  I went to turn right onto the side street and "TWEEEEET" the crossing guard was glaring at me.

Huh?

Maybe I'm not supposed to turn?  I look over again and she's doing that "slow it down" hand tamp thing.  I look at her like "SERIOUSLY?"  She keeps glaring.  And whistling.  What.  The.  Fuck?

I HATE THAT.  I hate when people accuse me of speeding when I'm not.  It makes me furious.  It's happened 3 times in the past 2 years and each time I have been tempted to get out of the car and be like "WHAT?!"

The last time was a guy in a neighborhood on the way to dog daycare.  I drove by at 25 mph and he screams, "SLOW DOWN!!!!!!"  My radio was on and I could still hear him.  He is LUCKY I didn't get out of my car and stomp my way over there and demand to see his speed gun.

The time before that was at the airport on a very crowded day.  I stopped to pick up a friend at the curb and the security guard knocked on my window and told me to watch my speed.  I was so incredulous that I actually said, "Me?"  And she was all attitude, "I'm TALKING to you, right?"

Oh boy.

I don't have a fast looking car.  It's not like that commercial where the dog runs into the car because it looks like it's going fast when it's actually parked.  I haven't had a speeding ticket since 1999.  I'm not going to say I'm perfect because I do stupid stuff just like the next person.

VROOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!

But oh my God, accuse me of something I didn't do and I AM LIVID.

This side of myself is a surprise.

What's your irrational rage trigger?

Sunday Afternoon Project- an STMMC post

Another edition of Doing Away With Shit That Makes Me Crazy!

Purchased:
Two of these at Bed, Bath, and Beyond
In a couple of hours my closet went from this:

Messy!

To this:

Aaaaahhhhhh

And look at what I got to give to Goodwill!While I was in there touching pretty much every piece of clothing I own, I put aside some sweaters I hadn't worn for 2 winters (can anyone say "Sweater Coat?") for Goodwill too. And I vowed that I will never buy another oddly colored sweater or shirt without a matching color camisole to go under it.

Yes, it was a little initial payout, but here's the thing: my clothes were all falling off of those slippery plastic hangers. And anything with straps needed a hanger that had little hooks on the end, so invariably I had to switch hangers with something else that didn't need little hooks, and then stuff would fall off anyway and end up living on my closet floor getting wrinkled and dusty. ARRRGGGGGHHHHHH! These hangers are flocked, and have little dents for straps, and so far nothing is moving off of these babies unless I want them to.

Closet Bliss.