Egg On Whose Face?

Saturday has come and gone and we're still here - at least no one I know is missing and I haven't noticed a smaller volume of traffic on Dilla Street, so it seems the Rapture didn't happen.  Shouldn't I be happier that I'm still here or is it understandable that a Def-Con 4 case of PMS has left me feeling temporarily less than grateful for my own existence?

I got up on Sunday already in a weird mood and had to be at church early for a pre-service breakfast with the confirmation class.  Everybody was late, breakfast preparations were disorganized, the person bringing the COFFEE was the last one to arrive, and my mood got worse.  I decided to skip out before the worship service, ostensibly so as not to expose anyone else to my foul mood, but really, sometimes you just have to get the heck out of Dodge. Naturally I ran right into the pastor on my way out the door.  Oops.  "Nothing personal, I'm just in a bad mood and need to go home," I blurted as I made a break for it.  I think he understood.

I realized when I got home that the entire passenger side of my car was covered with egg.  I live in a large condo complex and apparently a fun thing to do on a Saturday night in Milford when you're young and have no parental supervision is to swipe a bunch of eggs from the family fridge and go lob them at strangers' cars late at night. Did you know that you only have a few hours to wash egg off a car before it destroys the paint? Thank you, Google.

I managed to save my paint job with the help of a spray bottle of warm water and a cloth soaked in water and white vinegar, and some words I learned that I can't repeat here. I thought I would express my feelings about this by venting on my Facebook page, so I posted something about already being in a bad mood and then finding egg all over my car.   Facebook is amazing, isn't it?  You have hundreds of "friends," some of whom you haven't seen since high school, and you never know who will weigh in with a comment on a random post.  My "friend" responded, and I'm paraphrasing, that I was a big baby for being upset about a little egg on my car and basically, so what?  Really?  So what?  All she had to do, if she felt the need to say something, was offer "that stinks," "too bad," "hope you got it all off." Was it really necessary to piss on my cornflakes?

I don't care how "random" egging cars is, I defy anyone who is the recipient NOT to take it personally.  It is personal.  Someone deliberately and maliciously tried to damage my property, how can that NOT be personal even if the punk had no idea whose car it was?

So, the guy in California who predicted the world was coming to an end has egg on his face today (note, end of the world is now rescheduled for October 21, no need to buy Halloween candy).  My so-called "friend" has egg on her face (she is very lucky it's only metaphorical egg), and my car has NO egg on her face (okay, windows).

The thought of the world coming to an end should make us all think about being a little nicer to one another before it does.  I let someone into traffic on the way home tonight even though it slowed me down, and I'll try to make that a habit.  I'll also try to think before I speak and consider how what I say might make someone else feel before I say it.  Making someone else feel good, especially a friend, tops making them feel bad, every time.

Don't be the one with egg on your face.