Some People...

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Ok, so maybe I wouldn't ever really push someone down a flight of stairs, but the thought is sure comforting sometimes...

Today I had my first "encounter" with the Wheaton Soccer Mom. I guess, in a sense, I am also a Wheaton Soccer Mom in that I reside in Wheaton, my daughter plays soccer, and I watch...but I refuse to group myself into the same category as this woman. And since I am still under 30, and have yet to sell my soul to the minivan devil, I think I can justify the segregation.

Today was Hannah's first day of soccer camp. It started at 9:00 a.m. so of course I had to bring all three kids. When we arrived at the soccer fields, it was quite a chaotic scene. Parents and kids running everywhere, trying to check in, get a soccer ball, and break off into individual age groups. Of course, now that you get arrested for leaving your kids in the car for 30 seconds while you walk 3 feet away, I had to carry both Calah and Jacob and walk Hannah through the crowds to check her in. I got in the soccer ball/marker line. I was next to check in and was about to reach for the marker when a short, stern-looking woman stepped blatantly in front of me. Now, maybe she didn't see me or Hannah or Calah...but she certainly saw Jacob because she practically tripped over his baby seat in her bold effort to cut in front of me. She was the typical Wheaton Soccer Mom...probably in her mid-upper 30s,short fake-blond hair, little to no make-up, dark designer sunglasses, capri jogging suit, and the keys to her stupid mini-van in her hand. Given the chaotic circumstances, I didn't say anything because I figured she just didn't see me or maybe she just wanted to ask a quick question. But, I quickly grew annoyed when she continued to ask one ridiculous question after another and they were entirely irrelevant because her kids weren't even in the camp in the first place. She just wanted to "get some information".
There were a couple of camp counselors there at the table so I decided to ask another one for a marker so I could write Hannah's name on her ball. I said, "Hi, can you pass me that marker?"...and to my utter shock and disbelief jogging-suit-suburban-clone half turns to me and says "EXCUSE ME, I'M TALKING". Just like I was her child.
WHAAAT? Are you kidding me? I couldn't contain myself. Maybe it was the fact that she clearly saw me standing there with three small children and ignored me...or the fact that she had rudely cut in front of me in the first place...or that HER kids were probably waiting in the car and the Wheaton Police were no where to be found...but I just sarcastically blurted out "Oh, thats OK because I was actually standing here first anyway."
She just gave me a mom-ish look and then walked away. I just don't understand some people. You'd think in an area where there are churches on every corner and where everyone has everything they need and more that people would be more considerate of each other. But that is so not the case most of the time. She just better hope we never meet on the bleachers :)