every monday, wednesday, and friday, i drop jackson off at school and head to a coffee shop right around the corner to get some work done. the coffee is horrible but the baked goods keep me coming back. and each MWF of the week, jackson and i have the same conversation when we drive to school…

“mom’s goina put you to school.”

“yes baby, mom is going to put you to school today and pick you up when you’re all done.”

“mom’s goina put jackson to school and get coffees.”

“yes baby, mom is going to get coffee after i take you to school.”

the same 4 lines, 3 times a week, offering just a bit of comfort.

jackson likes routines. i like routines.

once i drop him off and head to the coffee shop where i now sit, it’s game on.

the circus comes to town, and each morning that i sit here, something or someone provokes me to screw with their head.

and it’s so fun.

like today, there is a demolition crew working in the parking lot of the coffee shop. they’re tearing shit up and spitting said shit into a dump truck at the loudest of volumes.

jackson would be mesmerized as he has an affinity for construction sites right now.

i am not so mesmerized. the crew consists of 6-8 fat dudes who could really benefit from a shower.

the thing i am enthralled with though is the fact that never once did these non-showered men ask anyone in the coffee shop to move their car before tearing shit up.

upon arriving with their trucks-a-plenty, they tromped in with their steal-toed boots for coffee and bagels, but never thought to ask if anyone would be willing to move their vehicle and save it from an abundance of shit they are now hacking up out of the parking lot.

so, what did i do (besides write a post about them?)…

i set off the alarm on my husband’s tahoe that i drove this morning.

because sometimes people are idiots and i wanted a laugh.

and now some other coffee shop patron is fumbling with his laptop, asking where he can plugin.

it’s taking everything in me to resist from saying something obnoxious.