The Friday after Sarah got through her original surgery my best friend and I had just gone shopping for a few things and were walking back to the car.
A woman comes flying through the parking lot and damned near hits me. I wasn't walking through the middle of the parking lot, I was walking close to the parked cars, but she damned near hit me anyway.
I told her to watch where she was going. All the sudden she stops the car, jumps out and starts mouthing at me. Then three of four kids, about 17, 18 years old jump out and start mouthing. One looks me over like he's a badass (all five foot nothing of him) and says something about me being his light work.
I couldn't help myself... I started laughing uncontrollably. They didn't know what to think of that. This little punk *** teenager, telling me I was his light work. Hysterical!
Pull up your pants, junior, unless you're somebody's b****, and unless your brain is in sideways, put your hat on straight.
Karli dragged me back to the car, me still laughing. I s*** bigger than you, junior!
All I can say, it was a good thing it was the Friday following Sarah's surgery. If it had been the day of Sarah's surgery, I would have played Stretch Armstrong with the kid until his arms came off, then used his arms to beat the ever loving s*** out his buddies. Without blinking an eye.
The problem with kids - or people in general - is that they never who they may be f***ing with or the state of mind with whom they may be running up against.