If there’s one thing I don’t have, that’s it: Patience for stupidity.
The senior center, where I volunteer, has reserved parking spaces for its “Meals on Wheels” drivers. Yet every once in a while, other people park there. Today was one of those days.
As I was heading out to the car to go home during some “down time,” I noticed a woman getting out of her car parked in one of the spots. She also was taking out a stroller for her daughter, who appeared to be around two. I asked the woman (a question, which in itself might be construed as stupid too): “‘Are you a driver?” to which she responded (perhaps naturally): “Um, yeah, I drive.”
“No. What I mean is are you a driver for Meals on Wheels?”
…which I clearly knew she wasn’t if she was putting her daughter in a stroller and heading toward the nearby park — which she was.
“Those spots are reserved for Meals on Wheels drivers.”
The next thing I said, I tried not to say, but couldn’t bite my tongue fast enough:
“Did you NOT SEE the signs that say, ‘Reserved parking, 10 a.m. to 1 p.m., Monday through Friday’?”
She just kept her head down as she started looking for her keys in her purse.
As I was driving home, I thought to myself that maybe I should have exhibited more patience toward the woman or at least been a bit more polite than I had been.
But then I thought: “Hey, I wasn’t the one who was stupid. She was.”
So do you have patience for stupidity? When’s the last time you lost it? Or if you’re a super saint, when’s the last time you kept it?