Apparently it only takes one trip to the airport with three children stuffed like sardines in the back of my Trailblazer to make me realize that people can be total and complete assholes.
Of course, it doesn't help that I decided to try on real, human non-pregnant person pants last night after plucking a ridiculous number of short wiry white hairs from the top of my greasy unshowered head.
Yes. I ignored Post-Partum Sanity Rules #1 and 2 (Don't try on real clothes and don't look in the mirror).
But seriously, take the people in their gihugic SUV who park me in at the ticketing drop off and then continue to leave their car and go chit chat with the sky cap for a solid five minutes. Do people not realize that there are, in fact, other people in the world that might not want to sit at the airport watching you check your Louis Vuitton suitcase?
Or, how about the woman in front of me at the Starbucks drive thru who pulls up just far enough past the speaker so that the person behind her (lucky me!) can't pull up to the said speaker and has to sit there screaming an order for a $4 smoothie for my cold-ridden toddler from five feet back. Even better, she decides to put on a full face of make up and complete her morning personal hygiene routine before moving up.
Clearly the "Baby on Board" signs are not reminding people to drive safely due to the presence of a sweet new life in the back seat. They're begging people not to be a bunch of assholes and move the fuck along because there's a screaming kid in the back who cannot be appeased without a milky nipple.
So, I'm thinking that "Post partum mother of three" signs might be in order.
Shouldn't that be a good enough excuse for my road rage?