Wuthering Hyders

Other People

Most times, I consider myself to be a nice person. Not as nice as, say... Alright. I'm having a real problem thinking of a good example here. I know a lot of people who are nicer than I am, but I was trying to think of a well-known example. What does that say for celebrities today? Ahh... I've got one now. Mr. Rogers. You can't get much nicer than that short of sainthood. So, I'm no Mr. Rogers, but I'm definitely much nicer than, oh, Paris Hilton? No, no... That's too easy. Just about ANYONE is nicer than Paris Hilton. I suppose I shouldn't make judgements because it's not like I know her personally, but with some people you really don't need to, you know? You just get that "feeling" about them one way or the other. Like, "Hey! That person looks like a really nice person. I wouldn't mind sitting next to them on a bus". Or the other way...

Anyway, I'm just your average girl/woman. I usually let people merge in front of me in traffic and I hold doors open for strangers at the store. Stuff any decent human being would do. So why is it that so many people seem to do things that are less than nice to me? Seriously. Is there a sign above my head that's only invisible to me? "Yeah, sure. Walk all over her. She'll take it." The other day, I was at Wal*Mart with Perrin, who was, of course, in his car seat in the seat of the shopping cart. After shopping, I go out to get into my car, which was parked one space up form the handicapped spaces ( for once we found a close spot ) near the door. The space between my car and the handicapped spaces was, at the moment, empty so I pulled the cart up next to my car in the empty space. As I started to unload the groceries into the front seat some guy in a new SUV pulls up and stops in the aisle behind the cart. Now, let me share something. There were SEVERAL empty spaces directly across the aisle, but he decides to sit there and wait on the ONE space that my cart is hanging into. I pretended to ignore him as I put the rest of the stuff in the car and turned to get Perrin in his car seat. Apparently, I was taking too long for Mr. A. Hole. He gives me a dirty look and pulls into the space anyway OVER the line into the handicap spot. Excuse me?! What was wrong with the other four or five spaces around us? I didn't even have the nerve to say anything to him as he got out and glared at me. I glared back. I DID, however, push the cart right up against the door of his SUV and leave it there. Childish, yes, but I hope it was still there when he came out.