You are not my Mother

The other day, I drove across town to deliver my daughter to soccer practice.

I parked in the parking lot, tied my daughter’s cleats in double-knots and chided myself for my failure to teach her to tie her shoes.  I keep meaning to do that but somehow never remember when we’re at home and have a closet full of shoes with laces to practice upon. I will probably remember to teach her to tie her shoes on the same day I remember to start teaching her piano lessons.

My daughter opened the van door and scooted out with her soccer ball.  At the same time, a woman knocked at the driver’s side window and I rolled my window down, happy to chat with another soccer mom.

Only she was not a soccer mom.  She was the self-appointed Monitor of the Stop Sign at the Corner of the Park and she was irate.

She said something like this, all in one breath:

You did not even stop at the stop sign!  You rolled right through and YOU!  DID! NOT! EVEN! STOP!  You are a mother!  There are children at this park!  And you did not even stop!  You need to be careful!  You have to stop!

She was a mishmash of judgment and sorrow and fury and busybody and I was so shocked that this woman jogged from the corner of the park, down and around the sidewalk and across the parking lot to confront me about my poor driving skills that I just greeted her outrage with slack-jawed puzzlement.  I said nothing.  She jogged away carrying her burden of self-righteousness while I rolled up the window.

I wonder if yelling at me was satisfying for her.

To be honest, I don’t set out to break the law and I don’t normally disregard stop signs with wild abandon.  After this odd parking lot confrontation I tried to recall exactly what happened at that corner.  Did I stop?  Did I roll through after slowing down since there were no cars at the corner?  Did I even know there was a stop sign?  Was I distracted?  What happened, exactly?  Should I be arrested and thrown into jail for my recklessness?

I don’t know.

But I do know that when I walked through the intersection a little later with my dog, I noticed at least five cars slowing and rolling through the stop signs before turning into the park.  So I am not alone in my criminal behavior.

Not that five wrongs make a right.  Clearly I don’t want to ignore stop signs.

But that woman?  The outraged jogger who chased me down to yell at me in front of my child?  She is not my mother and it was really weird for her to scold me.

For the record, I have never run over anyone while driving.  I’ve never had an accident and it’s been 20 years since I’ve had a traffic ticket.

But you can be sure I will never roll through that particular stop sign again, lest the wrath of the woman who is not my mother explode in my general direction again.

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You are not my Mother

3 thoughts on “You are not my Mother

  1. Julana says:

    That is so funny! Too bad you don’t live near here, and I don’t drink, or we could go tip a few beers together. Or whatever people do with beer.

    I drove down to Cincinnati two weeks ago, with son and beagle. I made the usual stop at the outlet mall to stretch legs for half an hour. The temperature was in the mid-50s.

    When we came back to the minivan, a woman was standing by it. She asked if it was mine. I said yes. She raised her voice and started going on, berating me about how awful I was to leave the dog in the minivan.
    “YOU ARE AN IDIOT! YOU SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO HAVE A PET!”
    I said one quiet sentence during the tirade: “You think it’s hot?”
    She tiraded: “FOR A PET!”
    She went on and on, as I was helping my son into the van and putting away his wheelchair.
    Eventually she went back to the man and woman she was with, and they engaged in lower-toned conversation.

    But I left all the windows down two inches the rest of the trip, and haven’t taken the dog anywhere since. (I couldn’t leave her home alone the whole day, but next time I’ll find somewhere to leave her.)

    WHen we got to the hospital satellite, I asked the guard about the dog, and she said it would be ok to leave her in the car with the windows cracked.

    People.

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  2. Vivian says:

    to the Julana, I had the same thing happen to me with a pet in Cincinnati while i was visiting there …boooo
    Mel, some people just need to vent..you were an easy target.
    people need to find other things to vent their anger. people usually flip me off for driving the speed limit…it makes me crazy!

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