Our first family-sized vehicle was a Honda Odyssey. How HUGE it seemed when I first started driving it. It terrified me, and yet…
…as you can see, I have since made the adjustment to driving largish vehicles.
I’m so unique that way. An opinionated bumper sticker? Who’d have thought?
And then I thought about putting this bumper sticker right next to it–two black-eyed peas in a pod, as it were; similar shape, similar sentiment.
But I didn’t.
‘Cause that’d be mean.
Anyway, it’s Barbara who’s got me thinking about all this–Barbara along with the guy at the Science Museum yesterday. You see, Barbara told a story about a mean woman at the grocery store, and we sat behind a mean guy in the omnitheater.
See the connection?
We had settled in happily, the kids and I, and were watching Sea Monsters on the big screen. It was good, it was gripping, it was…interrupted by the guy who yelled at Felicity.
“Stop! Kicking! My! SEAT!!!”
Just like that.
I jumped to hear the sound of his voice; we all did. Each word was loud and accentuated, saving the heaviest emphasis for the source of his rage.
A seat that was being kicked by my daughter.
Now granted, that was probably really annoying. I’m sure it was, in fact, but did he need to yell? Suddenly I found myself thinking of all sorts of encounters–none of them kind and all of them starring a mother bear.
Tell me: Who’d be the mean one then?
The good news is there were no such encounters (the guy scooted out while we were gathering our things) and–best of all–we came away with a good story. Believe me, we told it again & again! (What can I say? They’re the kids of a blogger.) From there it evolved to how it’d have gone if it were George, with the guy yelling “Stop…drooling…on…my…shoulder!” and the guy in front of him yelling “Stop…yelling…in…the theater!” and on & on until finally the dinosaur on the screen holds up a sign that reads:
“Stop it, all of you!”
I explained to Felicity that the reason we do this–the reason we make light of a painful and/or embarrassing situation–is that it helps us to carry the little cross that God sent.
Laughing takes the sting away. It lessens the load and helps us not to brood.
Tell that one to the meanies.