I had to take my car in to have new brakes put on, oil change, etc. So they gave me a loaner car. A brand new, fast, shiny red, little loaner car. What a feeling! Zipping around town with windows down and music loud was fun. But when I got my car back, it felt better. I missed my car. It symbolizes making a good decision to me because we bought it 5 years ago and I STILL love it.
I bought a truck for Buddha to take to the pool with us. So we go to the pool and he plays with it, and I keep it really close to me so it doesn't get taken. A boy comes over and takes it. Buddha looks upset, and I tell him to share and we'll get it back later. Then the boy gives it to his mom and she puts it down on the other side of the pool. I didn't want it to be lost, and since they didn't want to play with it I walked over to get it. I grabbed it and turned around, only to be yelled at "Hey that's our toy!" I am a freak about water safety so I'm not going to hang around to argue, so I just said "No it's not it's ours. I've had it the whole time we were here." And she yelled again. Then she stood up in the water and looked over at her chair, and saw the toy sitting there. We all saw it, and she knew it.
Did she apologize? No. Why didn't she? Why can't I understand peoples' inability to be accountable for themselves? I HATE apologizing, but I do it anyway.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)


0 comments:
Post a Comment