I had already decided it was going to be a bad day.
Little to no sleep.
No time for a shower.
My fucking eyeliner didn’t go on straight on my left eye.
As we sat out the front of Boo’s school waiting for one of the aides to come and escort him to the classroom, I tried to keep him calm as kids sat on the school steps right near the car playing music.
‘It is inappropriate!’
‘I know, Buddy. But it is not your job to tell them.’ I mentally pleaded for the aides to hurry. These kids have never sat here before. We park here as the drop off point because it is quiet.
Boo gets out of the car and walks over to the kids to tell them.
The aides are 10 minutes late to collect him.
The kids, quite rightly really, tell Boo to piss off and mind his own business, and Boo goes and stands in a corner – near the door – but where I can’t see him.
FINALLY an aide rocks up and takes him inside.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I am now in peak mums-just-dropped-off-kids-traffic and it is bedlam.
Bitches cutting each other off, walking in between cars… pushing PRAMS IN FRONT OF MOVING VEHICLES!
I finally get to work and some fucker has stolen my carpark.
UNWRITTEN RULE… BUT MOTHERFUCKER.
Reach into the back and my bag has turned over and the contents has spilled all over the backseat and floor…
Breathe. Just. Fucking. Breathe.
Walk towards the office with my bag, card to get in and my lunch – tumbler full of cordial – only one other guy in the empty car park, miles ahead of me… so late.
Fuck I hate people. If it wasn’t for other people I would have been here ages ago.
Man I hate the fucking world.
I get to the door and the dude I saw miles ahead of me is standing there holding the door.
‘I saw you had your hands full. I got halfway up the ramp and came back’
I was gobsmacked.
I started beaming.
‘You are so kind. What a lovely thing to do. Thank you’
And he went in and up the stairs and I went up the lift and I had a good day.
Cause sometimes all it takes is just one kind gesture to turn around someones whole outlook.