Going Head-to-Head with the Bitches of the World.

Background: At Laurel’s school, the parent pick-up line forms in such a manner that poor souls who are parked next to it are blocked in. Most people know this and avoid parking there between, say, 2:30 and 3:30. If someone does need to get out, the parents parked in the line will gladly readjust, get out of line, what-have-you, so the blocked person can back out. They’ll even let the blocked parent know when it is safe to back out.

Unless the blocked parent is rude, you know.

So yesterday, I’m parked in the line, waiting for dismissal, blocking someone in.

Now, had the blocked driver approached with something along the general lines of, “Oh, I’m sorry, can I get out, please?” I would have cheerfully moved and of course signaled her when it was safe to back out.

But she didn’t do that.

She came out and yelled in my general direction, “Uh, I need to get out here!”

Hmmm. That’s when I raised my brows.

When someone speaks to me like that, I’m not inclined to be accommodating. I fear I’ve become rather unaccustomed to being spoken to in such a manner, and therefore I’ve little patience for it. I didn’t say anything though, because a) I was a little surprised a grown woman would speak to another grown woman she didn’t know that way, and b) Ethan was with me and I thought maybe I shouldn’t exhibit my nasty side. So passive-aggressiveness ruled, and I just took a Really Long Time to get out of the way. Then I really stuck it to her when I didn’t signal her when it was safe to back out, so she nearly wiped out a minivan when she roared out of her space. “Take that!” I thought. Passively-aggressively.

Okay. Whatever. I chalked it up to a bad day. Maybe she’d just had a really shitty meeting with the principal. Maybe her kid had been diagnosed with head lice for the sixth time this year.

But then today, lo, I was blocking her in again. She came out and once again she yelled, “Uh, I need to get out here!”

Well. The brows went even higher this time, but I changed my tack.

This time I decided discretion be damned, I wasn’t going to let myself be treated this way, and I DAMN sure wasn’t going to let Ethan think he should let someone treat HIM this way. F the passive part of passive-aggressive.

This time I looked her square in the eye and as though I were itching for a fight said, “Yeah, how ‘bout ‘please?’” Okay, I admit, I kinda was itching for a fight, after all.

Out of shock or fear, I don’t know (either is acceptable to me), she rather politely and meekly said, “Please?”

Maybe she figured that in a battle with me and my truck, she was going to get the raw end of the deal. Maybe I had a crazy look about me. I don’t know. I suspect the latter.

So I put the truck in reverse. As I backed up I took a parting shot so as to reinforce her memory for next time. In that really obnoxious motherly tone everyone recognizes, I declared, “See? That makes a difference!”

So yeah, that’s me. Taking out the rudeness one jackass at a time. If only I had an unlimited span of years I could conquer them all.

Disclaimer: Yes. I fought rudeness with rudeness. What can I say? I’ve always been more eye-for-an-eye than turn-the-other-cheek. Sometimes you’ve gotta give what you get. And you know what? I’m betting if she ever needs me to move again, she’s gonna think twice before she leaves out the ‘please.’ After all, I’ve got a crazy look about me. Who knows what I’ll do?

2 thoughts on “Going Head-to-Head with the Bitches of the World.

  1. Anita

    I have definitely gotten to the point where I would have done the same thing. I don’t really care what people think of me anymore (ha!).

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