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.
rotest:What is it with people that think the painted lines in a parking lot are driving lanes? Was running errands for the wife yesterday on the bike. Putting down the driving lane of a parking lot and this car came blasting thru. Course the bi-polar black out kicked in. I said something, no idea what it was and saw the car stop and the drivers door start to open. Killed the bike, threw kickstand down and went charging. Once the punk ***, sideways wearing hat kid seen how pi**ed I was he changed his mind. Of course I did not see the cop sitting there eating lunch. He grabbed a hold of me and dragged me back to the bike, asking me to stay put. That lasted all of 5 seconds and I went charging again. Got dragged back to the bike and was told stay or you will be cuffed. Seems Junior and all of his punk *** little buds are 15, and and of them borrowed a parents car. Cops had the 4 of them in the back of a couple of a cars. Was told they would be bought to the station and held until there parents came and picked them up. And that the car was going to be towed and impounded. Little fu**ers. Cop took my name/number but he said they would not be in touch with me over, it was just a formality. A waitress from the restaurant seen what happened and how wound up I was. She asked me to go inside with her and her something to drink. Her boss offered to drive me home, they were a bit concerned with how fired up I was. Ja**a** idiots need to learn that the parking spots are not driving lanes. I have been in 3 accidents so far because of morons like this.
