Fired Up!

I hate to take away from the sweet video post from earlier, but I had to vent (and share the funny conclusion of this story.)

This afternoon I took the kids to run errands and grab a bite in the new shopping center off of El Toro. I had just finished feeding Nathan while the kids ran around the fountain, a fancy-free picture of youth and innocence. As were were crossing through the parking lot to go home, a crazed lunatic in a bright blue ugly SUV came rip roaring through the crosswalk. I had to yell at Jake to watch out, lest this beast run him over. I sort of raised my arm in that gee-thanks-for-stopping-sort-of-way. Well, stop she did. She rolled down her window and sneered, "What?!" I could see that she had a cigarette in that same hand in which she was holding her cell phone.

"Well, when people are trying to cross the street, maybe you should get off your stinking cell phone ... " I said. Now, maybe stinking was not the nicest term. But I was not raising my voice at all, and I could see that this woman was not stopping to tell me how sorry she was for almost plowing over my kids.

"Oh, F*@# off, B@%$*!" she kindly screamed before zooming off.

I cannot even express the kind of blood boiling anger that came over me. I tried to pray it away, but to no avail. I was pi**ed!!! (Just trying to keep in the theme of the story.)

I continued walking to the car while Jake remarked over and over what a mean woman that was. The blood boiling was preventing my hearing from functioning properly, but I think he said he wanted to cause her great bodily harm. (I will talk about it with him later, my chivalrous boy.)

Well, wouldn't you know it, I was really curious to see the design of the parking lot in that particular shopping center, so I drove around for a few minutes until, by golly, I came across the hideous blue beast car! What a coincidence! Remembering that the pen is mightier than the sword, I whipped out my notepad and pen and wrote...

This Thanksgiving I am thanking God that my mother taught me some CLASS, as I would never cuss out a woman in front of her three small kids. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

I left the note on her windshield, selfishly glad that I got the last word. (I admit it!)

As we drove home the kids were surprisingly quiet. Suddenly I heard my sweet Jake ask, "Mom. Are you sad?"

"Why, Jake?"

"Because that mean woman called you a Billy?"

At least I know that his vocabulary was not too damaged!

And, by the way, when you are driving in a busy parking lot, watch out for pedestrians and don't be a billy.