tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583693.post8776485965477011472..comments2008-05-07T10:12:46.164-07:00Shaken Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02917897064970938887noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583693.post-81927477509670737112008-05-07T10:12:00.000-07:002008-05-07T10:12:00.000-07:002008-05-07T10:12:00.000-07:00Sad to say, I usually let forth a barage of insults directed at them, thier family, neighbors, assembly members and ice cream preference. Usually on the ride home, while my son listens intently and takes notes.Jbeekyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623837533488339865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583693.post-10907139395578102542008-05-07T08:47:00.000-07:002008-05-07T08:47:00.000-07:002008-05-07T08:47:00.000-07:00I always have the exact right thing to say... about 5 minutes after the opportunity has passed. But then if the exact scenario ever happens again... I am READY!Marzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119619380887368254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583693.post-67324974192709544412008-05-07T07:38:00.000-07:002008-05-07T07:38:00.000-07:002008-05-07T07:38:00.000-07:00I blame Oprah.fringeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890618644042885035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583693.post-41989769917361255762008-05-06T22:32:00.000-07:002008-05-06T22:32:00.000-07:002008-05-06T22:32:00.000-07:00what is it with idiots in parking lots, huh? Last weekend in Boston I was walking through the parking lot of a grocery store to, you know, go into the grocery store and I was carrying Z. About halfway across the parking lot (I had parked a ways away, and across a little street thing that was in the parking lot, so not a real street and not with any crosswalks) a guy in an SUV pulled up and started yelling at me: "If I hadn't seen you, I would have hit you! You shouldn't be walking around with a baby like that! You should use the crosswalk! Well, don't you have anything to say?" I was absolutely flabbergasted, but I managed to reply that I was amazed by how cranky people in Massachusetts are. (For anyone else reading this, I am from Massachusetts, so I felt like I could say this.) Come on a-hole! What the heck? Why do people feel the need to try to parent our kids? I would have just wanted to haul off and hit that woman if I had been at Trader Joes with you. And I would have done it for you too.Z's mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08683001019267203207noreply@blogger.com