I saw what might be one of the worst things I’ve seen someone in the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad suburbs do this morning.
In the middle of a large amount of wind mixed with pelting rain parents like me were in line trying to drop their kids off at school. That’s not such a big deal, many of us do this every single morning of every single weekday when the schools are in session.
But this morning I had dropped my boys at the school, turned at the light, and was making my way back through the neighborhood. That direction takes me back past the high-school on my right and it’s adjoined to an elementary school. My boys’ middle school went back into session after the holidays. The elementary school was not.
Yet there are still kids, living in the neighborhood behind the elementary school, who have to get to the Middle School. There’s a crosswalk there and a four-way stop.
So this morning a little girl, maybe 6th grade, was waiting to cross. I’m not a friendly driver, I admit that, and I tend to get frustrated with others on the road. No road rage, just stress and high blood pressure.
But a little girl with a pink umbrella and little pink rain boots? What kind of cold-hearted person doesn’t stop for that?
Someone on the other side . . . the northbound lanes. Once I had stopped, facing south, the woman in the car just to my left stopped as well. The little girl, bright pink, was trying desperately to keep dry and cross the street.
That’s when some idiot got angry and decided to try and go northbound anyway. When the little girl looked up and saw the car, the minivan honked…and honked…and got angry and the little girl just trying to legally cross the street. In the rain. In the crosswalk. As she jumped the wind grabbed her umbrella, pulled her into the intersection and the minivan honked several more times, mouthed something with an angry look at the girl, and slammed on their brakes, honking all while the girl crossed in front of the people.
This is part and parcel with a lot of crazy things.
When you go on a date with a woman, something I tell my sons, you should pay. If you ask that person on a date or to lunch or even just coffee, you…should…pay. It’s human decency.
You should hold the door open. Not just for women, girls, grandmas, etc…but everyone. Don’t race and hold “door close” on the elevator.
I don’t want to get on a Dennis Miller style rant here, but we all have hurried, crazy, silly lives. I have a job during the day and a job at night taking care of the kids. I get up extra early to get lunches made and exercise a little and get ready for school. But when things I was taught by my mother and father to do arise . . . I do them. There’s 30 seconds to stop for that little girl in the crosswalk so she doesn’t look like a character in a Buster Keaton movie.
The upside was someone in the other lane pulled up beside the mean person who almost hit that little girl . . . and abruptly told them off through the window in the rain . . . and honked at them.
At least some people recognized…it’s not always all about themselves.