Yes Satan...I'm here....
Caidgen's school has a small parking lot. Some parents (like me) park and walk to get their kids and others wait in a single file line of cars to get their kids curbside. Yesterday, I had a little episode in this parking lot. When we were all buckled and ready to leave (Caidgen in the front seat as a treat), I realized that it was going to be a tight squeeze getting out. A HUGE long bed truck had parked right next to me so I had to pull way forward before I could turn right to get out. As I was inching out of the parking spot the pick up line moved and another big truck drove right in front of me and stopped. So I was pretty much stuck between the two trucks at an angle. A nice lady in a car behind this truck waited to pull forward in an attempt to let me out but the truck kinda ruined that effort. So I inched forward and then reversed the car to get out.
Here's the fun part. Mr. Truck lover in front of me gets out of his truck and stomps over to his right bumper, bends over and STROKES it - you know, making SURE I didn't hit it or something. Like he wouldn't have felt it. Or like I'd have hit it and just did nothing. I rolled down my window and in my little girl voice reassured him, " I didn't hit your truck."
"You came pretty damn close enough!" He yelled at me. Oh no he didn't!!!!
I told him I was sorry if I scared him but I was not going to hit his truck. He yelled at me again. Now I was getting pissed. Come on! I'm a woman and my little kindergartner is WATCHING this man yell at me. And for what?
"This is a small parking lot and I am just trying to get out," I said.
"Why don't you go the other way" He yelled, pointing toward the gap the lady had made for me. The thing is, all cars at Caid's school have to go the same direction - all go out to the right so there are no head-ons because it's so small. We all know this. There are signs and this is the end of the year...
"Because I Can"t go that way," I tell the man, starting to get annoyed that I'm explaining something I am sure he knows.
"WELL, DON'T HIT MY TRUCK!" He yelled one more time before heading back around to his drivers side. At this point I noticed his Christian cross vinyl sticker...
"That's a nice cross sticker you got there," I called out.
"What'd you say?" He yelled back (his truck is so stinkin' tall I can't even see more than his messy hair at this point).
"I said, why don't you take the cross off your truck, Asshole!" I yelled!
He said nothing.
I drove away, because, though it was a tight squeeze there was enough room to safely get out.
I was so mad. And ashamed that I said that with my kids in the car.
"Men and their trucks," I muttered. "Some men care more about their stupid trucks than about being nice."
Caidgen says, all sincere like he really wants to know, "Why didn't you call him a STUPID asshole then?" That's right, he just dropped that bomb.
"Well, that wasn't going to make it any better now was it?" I whispered...
By the time I got home I was bawling. I couldn't stop. My dog and kids were all over me. Poor Ami had no idea what was going on...I just told her I don't like when men yell at me.
The sad thing is, the guy had a ton of room to pull forward and if he had I would have been long gone. The long bed too, that was next to me, the man was sitting in his truck the whole time and could have pulled forward...
Of course, I could've just sat there and waited too. I NEVER thought I would encounter wife beater daddy at Caidgen's Christian dominated school.
Two things have stuck with me - one, that I feel for his poor kids and wife, because to do that at your kid's school you must have one strong temper - and Two, it felt really good to yell at him at the end there after my little nice girl act didn't fly. That's so not good! But I'm not even close to being perfect and that's precisely why I don't advertise my Christianity on my car for the world to see!