My last post was about my son being robbed and assaulted on his way home from school. Since that post the kid who assaulted him has plead guilty to felony robbery and will be sentenced next week. In the mean time he was placed in an alternative school but is still out running around doing [...]
Yesterday evening I ran up to the grocery store to grab a few things for my sons sleepover. It was so nasty out. Cold and rainy, just YUCK! But, being the wonderful mom that I am I trudged forth into the bleak evening to feed my children’s inner piggyness. I keep forgetting it’s almost Christmas and the traffic is horrible. It takes 15 minutes to drive a mile and once you get to where you’re going you get to drive around for another 15 minutes trying to find a parking spot. I’m not a very patient driver. From the minute I turn the key in the ignition, I’m cursing like a sailor – at everyone – everyone drives like a bunch of freakin idiots (except me, of course). I finally snag a parking spot. I get soaked running inside because my kids used my umbrella to beat each other up with the last time they were left alone in the car. I grab what I need, stand in a really long line, get soaked some more running back out to the car – finally, I can get out of this cluster – f—!
This is where it all went wrong. The parking lot is dark, rainy and overcrowded – some dumbass pulls out from another aisle, comes withing an inch of hitting me and cuts me off, fine, maybe he didn’t see me – I let it go – Then, the dumbass stops his car, in the middle of the parking lot driveway and starts to let someone out – that’s it – I Beep my horn, the jerk doesn’t move. I swing around into the oncoming lane which was empty so I could go around this buttwipe and I’m really irritated now – I lay on my horn. I’m driving away, talking to myself about what an idiot some people are. I drive about half a mile and pull into Starbucks. I get out of my car and see the moron driving down the road towards me. I start walking towards Starbucks, the idiot starts screaming at the top of his lungs – I get to the door and the guy had driven up into the parking lot next to the door, still screaming at the top of his lungs – now I’m getting a little scared. I go inside and get in line, waiting for the jerk to run in and start shooting me or something. I know the guys at this Starbucks since I’m there every day, so I start telling them what was going on – we turn and look and the idiot is parked right outside the door. He sits there for a few minutes and then leaves. One of the guys that works at Starbucks walked me out to my car. I was so scared by now I got on the phone with my hubby (an angry Arab) and he meets me when I pull up outside the house. I don’t see the car again. My hubby doesn’t get to kick his butt. But, I’m now left with a sense of fear – people are scary. This guy was a nutcase – He was being an obnoxious driver and I beeped my horn at him a couple times – not enough to be chased down and screamed at. What an asshole! For one second I thought, I’m never going to honk at someone again. But only for a second – I don’t want to be afraid to leave the house and I don’t want to have to tip toe around all the psychos out there. This guy really sucks.
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