Monday, 07 July, 2014.
Our Post-Tropical Storm left a mess here… I went out looking for an open Tim Hortons at 7 am. Nothing open on the north side. South side, the Timmy’s on Regent street had a very long line of cars, stretching almost all the way up the hill to the Irving station. The Timmy’s on Prospect Street (the one with the temporary trailer for a drive through-) had signs up everywhere “No Power!” and employees shouting, “We’re not open, we have no power” to three or four vehicles per minute who did not read the signs. I didn’t think of trying the Tim Hortons on Smythe Street, inside the fence at the Fair Grounds (I think that’s the Fair Grounds).
I turned around drove back to Regent Street and got in line for the Regent Street Timmy’s (a long time before I could see the happy end of that line). Some traffic lights were working. Some were not. I did not block intersections, especially when I saw cars coming toward Regent Street.
After half an hour in line, with many people behind me, line stretching farther than when I joined it, stopped at a red light. Two cars swooped in ahead of me from the west. A grey Honda and a black Malibu. I took down their license numbers. If I had the telekinetic power to explode their heads on the spot there would have been dead drivers and a lot of blood everywhere. Thank goodness I don’t have that kind of power. It took over an hour from when I first got in line until I got to the Tim Hortons. Both of those cars that had jumped in line in front of me turned left against the “no left turn sign”. I saw people standing in line as I was getting my coffee and breakfast sandwiches there. When I turned right on the no left turn street, I noticed that the line of people on the sidewalk waiting to get inside and stand in line until they were waited on went down to the corner and back South on Regent Street. I couldn’t see how far it stretched, but I was glad I did not park and think I would have an easier time going inside.
When I got home and sipped my coffee and ate my breakfast with “the love of my life” I thought, hey, if I was just a little bit crazier I might have kept the piece of paper with their license plate numbers handy and some time in the future popped all four tires, or worse.
The more I thought about that, the more I remembered a friend telling us, “Don’t think about getting even with somebody who goes out of their way to do something nasty, that will only poison your outlook on life and keep you miserable, Pray to transmute that negative energy into something positive. Ask for help with this-” (Us mere humans can’t transmute that kind of frustration and anger by ourselves, we need Heavenly help.)
So I’m hoping that anybody who would cut in front of people who have been in a line for half an hour or longer will think twice and not do that in the future. If not, they just might meet up with some angry son of a gun who doesn’t believe in trying to be a good, decent human being, who just might have had a really bad day or two, who might jump out of his or her car in a blind rage and cripple them for life.
A lot of the Prayers that went out from me on Sunday started out with “Help! I don’t need this anger-”
~~~~~I shouldn’t sign this, should I?