Better to be the avoided than to be the avoider.
Every morning at my children’s school there is a dad in a gold sedan dropping his son off. Nearly every other day I witness him doing something incredibly idiotic. Such as pulling away from the curb before his son is completely out of the car. Leaving his coffee mug on top of his car and then trying to grab it while driving only to dump the hot drink all over him. I have seen him attempt to operate his two-wheel-drive car up an icy slope and slide backwards into a school bus. He likes to high center his car on the hillside island often (at least 4 times that I have witnessed). Last week he drove back ward into a grey mini van. All of these situations have happened while I had a front row view. These incidences end with the Dad in the gold sedan shrinking his neck into his shoulders and then catching my eye. He is always quick to look away, but his double-take delivers him a second dose into my grimacing eyes. For me, it has turned into a game so I am sure to never look away because I know he’ll check to see if I’m watching. I have become quite entertained by him.
The other day he cut me off as I was driving towards the school, when he saw it was me his eyes bugged out and he shriveled below his steering wheel. Today he again cut me off and then raced up and parked in front of the school. As he clogged the road so nobody could get through, another dad in an SUV honked and waved him out of the way; the dad in the gold sedan put his foot on the gas but forgot he was in reverse (?). He smacked into the car behind him. I slowly drove around the fender bender just in time to make eye contact with the dad (still in the gold sedan). His eyes were saucers. He quickly looked away, and then as he always does he took a second look at me, once our eyes were locked I started to shake my head. He got back into his car and started his medley of stare-downs and quick look-away jerks. He would peek again and again to see if I was still looking. Of course I was, I even pierced my gaze through my side mirror as I drove away. As he caught my glare in the mirror i Desperately wanted to point, laugh, and roll down my window so he could hear my chuckles all the way down the street, but I withheld, using great restraint I told myself to save that for tomorrow.
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