“Move this damn car or else you’re gonna be sorry!”. An emotionally distraught old man got out of his car in the middle of traffic to yell this at me with my wife and 17-month-old daughter in the car. This happened yesterday and it made me think about what my threshold is for violence as a father and protector.
My wife and I had the day off when we decided to take our daughter for a car ride to run a few errands in the afternoon. For reasons unknown, it seemed that at every turn there was blocked lanes, road construction, and annoyed drivers. I don’t know if it was the rising price of gas ($4.30/gal where we are) or because Valentine’s Day just passed and now the love is gone so everyone has the power to act like a complete douchebag.
Our whole week was blocked lanes: it started with our taxes last weekend where we found out we made “too much money”, to our daughter’s second ear infection in three weeks – oh and the pharmacy we have been going to issued the wrong dosage per the doctor’s script. Thanks, Westlake Village Pharmacy. We won’t be going to you again since you can’t figure out the difference between teaspoons and milliliters. You could kill someone like that.
So we are driving at about 1:30pm on Friday, I exit an offramp and proceeded northbound on a busy road where traffic seemed to generate due to construction and a visible major accident in the upcoming intersection. About 30 seconds into our dead stop, I was ready to go into mushroom-cloud-laying motherf*cker mode.
This is a video directly from my friend Michael Touna, who posted this tonight. It’s fresh, it’s original, it’s fantastic.
Brief history: our paths crossed professionally a few years back while we worked together in the same building. After getting to know each other on a more personal level, we learned that our respective wives’ due date was within months of each other. I had a daughter and 2 months later he would had a son. We appeared to be the complete opposites yet we were both kindred spirits in our life experience. As a future father, it was awesome to go through most of the pregnancy phases alongside him as he helped to construct his future family. We had been strangers years before, but now had something in common to bond over and talk about. It was pretty awesome.