Hulk...M-A-D....

OK, I'm a tolerant person in many ways; I'm patient with small children and old lady drivers, I don't correct men when they insist they know where they are going or how to fix something, I keep my peace as a general rule. Now, I know everyone has seen me lose it before and of course, I am not saying I don't. I do, however, I do not throw tantrums when I don't get my way. Usually, unless I'm sick or very tired and then only around Caleb or my mother.

That said, I will recount an incident from last evening that is still pissing me off, even after I've slept on it. Which takes a lot.

I come home from work early and in a generous mood, so I park on the street to wait for others to get home and park in our 3 car driveway. Since I am first out I like to be last in at night but usually this is acomplished by parking in the driveway and then when others arrive home we do the old switcharoo. The reason I don't usually park on the street is that I don't have a street parking permit and therefore run the risk of being ticketed after 2 hours.

All of this aside, I don't mind waiting on the street as long as I keep an eye out of the window on the ye old meter maid.

So, Miss Mack is already parked in the driveway and done driving for the day and my Roomi J arrives home around 6. I check with her and she says she's home for the night and her boy G is on his way. I offer to leave my car in the parking spot on the street to save it for him until he arrives. I do this because parking on our street, or really anywhere near it is difficult and one often finds ones car 4 blocks away from ones destination.

G arrives abotu 10 minutes later and I hurtle outside to make sure I grab him before he turns off the car, because as we all know it instantly becaomes a pain in the ass to move if you've already turned the car off. Instead of gratefully accepting the saved spot HE GIVES ME SHIT ABOUT MOVING! He launches into a childlike argument about equal odds for ticketing and how he shouldn't have to move oblivious of two major facts:
1. Why does he think I haven't already parked in the driveway?
2. IT'S MY HOUSE and MY DRIVEWAY

So eventually I gently point out that the driveway is mine and I must park there because I live there. This causes him to fly into a tantrum and start cursing, slamming doors and telling me to hurry up. since he is now horribly put out.

This, in effect, ends the debacle as I park and go inside not to speak to him again since he hurries to safety of my Roomi J's room.

Overall, I'm angry because I don't think it's appropriate to fly into a tantrum and to curse at someone who isn't hurting you or deliberately working against you. I was doing the opposite, actually, I was trying to do him a favor by saving the spot right outside our house for him.

SIGH


Tragically, I think this has no resolution either because it seems to me he is the sort who thinks this is over and if he waits a long enough time I won't be angry anymore. Or perhaps he even thinks I'm not angry at all.