My Type A personality

May 20th, 201010:31 am @ Bethany

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My Type A personality

“And quite frankly, your Type A personality pisses me off,”
the soccer mom growled at me this am as I slipped
into security at Dulles-Washington airport on my way
to Atlanta.

What did I do to elicit the bitter soccer mom, sucker punch
before my first cup of coffee?

I’m a good traveler, scratch that, I’m a great traveler.

I’m always checked in before I get to the airport, usually
with my eboarding pass txted to my mobile, I never
check bags, I never carry more than a backpack full of
stuff and I have my ID in-hand at all times.

I’ve perfected my security line dance down to the T.
Slip off my shoes and jacket even before I get my bin,
grab two bins, slide out my laptop, voila!

This morning I saw an open line and jumped for it.
Just in time to come smack face-to-face with a family
of 3.

“Um, you cut in front of us…” as I reached for an empty bin.

“I was just gonna grab a bin if that’s okay,”

“No, it’s not,”

“Well, I’m sorry,” I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

“No you’re not and you can’t cut. She’s a person, too,”
referring to her 9yo daughter way in front of me, who I don’t
even remember coming in contact with.

“I was trying to hurry because I knew you were going
to take a long time,” eying the dad clumsily taking
off his shoes.

The airport was pretty empty, so the security guards
started surveying the soccer mom v. 24yo career gal feud.

My blood was boiling. Who the heck did this woman
think she was? Just because I’m efficient
and she can’t be because she’s a mom is not my fault.

“It’s not all about you and quite frankly, your Type A personality pisses me off!”

Type A? I am not Type A, I thought.

We exchanged dirty looks while we slipped our shoes
back on, my blood boiling, tongue practically on fire.

Why the heck did I care so much? My life coach says
when my ego acts up it’s because I’m trying to
protect something. I’m trying to protect a belief
that’s near and dear to my heart.

You see, I love efficiency. I’m all about the quickest route,
knowing where to park, how to load the dishwasher jam-
packed with the most dishes at one time and answering
emails while I’m at a stoplight or in Q at the store.

And I shouldn’t have to apologize for that.

I have the right to like what I like, right?

So why do I need to make Soccer mom wrong?
Because I have a judgment that being inefficient
is wrong. And I have the right to criticize anyone
who is inefficient.

Dang.

I guess I am Type A.

Ever get caught up in an airport brawl like this?

Are you Type A, but can’t admit it to yourself?

Would love to hear your feedback!