This is an old story now, but still a goody... about the crazy side of me that we must pray never comes out. Maybe only in very special circumstances. So I thought I'd post it on my blog, but you may have already read it, so if you have...don't worry, I'll post more stuff. Here goes!
Before I left work my mom calls me and says that her vehicle won't start and that she had to leave it in the Wal-Mart parking lot and a co-worker had brought her back to work. I work in Tempe, live in Casa Grande, I'm off at 3, So that meant that I had to go get my dad at 3:30 like usual (we carpool) and then head out to the Special Ed office where my mom was at (other side of the train tracks in Casa Grande) and pick her up. My dad doesn't take the news so lightly and instantly becomes irritated that something is wrong with the Toyota and goes into Mr. Grumpy Pants mode. We get mom finally and we go on over to Wal-Mart, where when we show up there are vehicles that are parked and surrounding the Toyota so that there's no way to get to it making it impossible to even try to jump start it. We assumed that it was the battery and it would just need a quick jump. The thing that sucked is my mom had tried to arrange like 5 grocery carts in front of the vehicle so no one would park there while she was gone. There was no worry that they'd be put away, we are talking about Wal-Mart here! But someone instead parked and just pushed the grocery carts up with their vehicle and left the rearend of their vehicle hanging half way out in the road! I went into Wal-Mart hoping for some assistance with locating the owner of the vehicle next to us by providing the license make and model and had a Wal-Mart employee page the owner so they could move their vehicle. In the meantime dad is outside working on the vehicle seeing if it's anything else he can do while we're waiting. Mom has multiple sclerosis and rosacea and can't be out in the heat, so she came in with me after a few minutes outside with Mr. Grumpy Pants. The paging doesn't work and after about a half hour we went back out and the vehicle next to us had moved! We quickly pulled my car around and parked it sideways. The Toyota wouldn't take a jump start! We headed into Wal-Mart and decide to just buy a battery. There's two different ones for that vehicle and we had to go back out to remove the old one to compare and see which one we needed. My mom stayed inside and I was sent back out after dad hasn't returned for quite a while to see what the deal is. The stupid battery was stuck so I tried to help him get it out. Mind you, it is 105 degrees out, I'm just from work in white capris, high heels and my blouse, and things are not going our way. You guys all know me, I'm a happy person, good attitude, positive, I look for the bright side. Please remember that after this! hehehee...So this guy, about 18 years old and his mom pull up a couple spaces down from where we're working under the hood. The boy gets out, mom stays in the car and as he's walking by us he grabs a grocery cart and shoves it at our vehicle!!! I could not believe what he had just done. It wasn't like he was moving it, he intentionally just pushed it and let it roll right at our vehicle forcefully. I know he wasn't expecting it, I think he didn't even notice my dad and I standing around the corner working under the hood. But I came running around the corner hollering "whoa whoa whoa, stop it!" He had enough time to react but he didn't do anything. So the grocery cart rams into the vehicle, I ask him what the hell his problem is and why he did that? He says "what, it didn't cause no harm, get over it" and I about blew a fuse on him! I started hollering at him telling him he was an inconsiderate little punk a$$ kid and he had no respect and that he was a pu$$y and I should kick his a$$... yeah, I was hot, physically from the stupid heat and mentally. I just couldn't stop, I seriously wanted to hurt him. It was how he just didn't care at all about what he just did and didn't think he needed to say sorry or anything. He just kept on walking away from me and I just kept hollering and making a scene. Every time he'd turn around I'd holler "yeah, I'm still talking about you, keep walking unless you want to get hurt". It was such an insane feeling in me, where did this come from? Then I realized his mom was still sitting in the car and I hollered over to her "I bet your real proud of your son getting b!tched out by a girl for being such an a$$hole. Great job on raising him". Of course no response from her either. So that was about it. We finally got the battery out, got a new one and several hours later we got home! It was a bad evening, we missed yoga class also so that was disappointing and I think I could've used some major stress relief that evening. On a positive note, my dad was very proud of his little girl! hahahaha... rage is a crazy feeling. He's pretty insane too and I think I got a touch of that Kennady temper at that moment going through my veins. Wow... so there's a side of me you probably don't know! I don't really know it either and I'd like to keep it tucked away for very special events such as punk kids pushing grocery carts into our vehicles... the little turd! hahahaha...
Before I left work my mom calls me and says that her vehicle won't start and that she had to leave it in the Wal-Mart parking lot and a co-worker had brought her back to work. I work in Tempe, live in Casa Grande, I'm off at 3, So that meant that I had to go get my dad at 3:30 like usual (we carpool) and then head out to the Special Ed office where my mom was at (other side of the train tracks in Casa Grande) and pick her up. My dad doesn't take the news so lightly and instantly becomes irritated that something is wrong with the Toyota and goes into Mr. Grumpy Pants mode. We get mom finally and we go on over to Wal-Mart, where when we show up there are vehicles that are parked and surrounding the Toyota so that there's no way to get to it making it impossible to even try to jump start it. We assumed that it was the battery and it would just need a quick jump. The thing that sucked is my mom had tried to arrange like 5 grocery carts in front of the vehicle so no one would park there while she was gone. There was no worry that they'd be put away, we are talking about Wal-Mart here! But someone instead parked and just pushed the grocery carts up with their vehicle and left the rearend of their vehicle hanging half way out in the road! I went into Wal-Mart hoping for some assistance with locating the owner of the vehicle next to us by providing the license make and model and had a Wal-Mart employee page the owner so they could move their vehicle. In the meantime dad is outside working on the vehicle seeing if it's anything else he can do while we're waiting. Mom has multiple sclerosis and rosacea and can't be out in the heat, so she came in with me after a few minutes outside with Mr. Grumpy Pants. The paging doesn't work and after about a half hour we went back out and the vehicle next to us had moved! We quickly pulled my car around and parked it sideways. The Toyota wouldn't take a jump start! We headed into Wal-Mart and decide to just buy a battery. There's two different ones for that vehicle and we had to go back out to remove the old one to compare and see which one we needed. My mom stayed inside and I was sent back out after dad hasn't returned for quite a while to see what the deal is. The stupid battery was stuck so I tried to help him get it out. Mind you, it is 105 degrees out, I'm just from work in white capris, high heels and my blouse, and things are not going our way. You guys all know me, I'm a happy person, good attitude, positive, I look for the bright side. Please remember that after this! hehehee...So this guy, about 18 years old and his mom pull up a couple spaces down from where we're working under the hood. The boy gets out, mom stays in the car and as he's walking by us he grabs a grocery cart and shoves it at our vehicle!!! I could not believe what he had just done. It wasn't like he was moving it, he intentionally just pushed it and let it roll right at our vehicle forcefully. I know he wasn't expecting it, I think he didn't even notice my dad and I standing around the corner working under the hood. But I came running around the corner hollering "whoa whoa whoa, stop it!" He had enough time to react but he didn't do anything. So the grocery cart rams into the vehicle, I ask him what the hell his problem is and why he did that? He says "what, it didn't cause no harm, get over it" and I about blew a fuse on him! I started hollering at him telling him he was an inconsiderate little punk a$$ kid and he had no respect and that he was a pu$$y and I should kick his a$$... yeah, I was hot, physically from the stupid heat and mentally. I just couldn't stop, I seriously wanted to hurt him. It was how he just didn't care at all about what he just did and didn't think he needed to say sorry or anything. He just kept on walking away from me and I just kept hollering and making a scene. Every time he'd turn around I'd holler "yeah, I'm still talking about you, keep walking unless you want to get hurt". It was such an insane feeling in me, where did this come from? Then I realized his mom was still sitting in the car and I hollered over to her "I bet your real proud of your son getting b!tched out by a girl for being such an a$$hole. Great job on raising him". Of course no response from her either. So that was about it. We finally got the battery out, got a new one and several hours later we got home! It was a bad evening, we missed yoga class also so that was disappointing and I think I could've used some major stress relief that evening. On a positive note, my dad was very proud of his little girl! hahahaha... rage is a crazy feeling. He's pretty insane too and I think I got a touch of that Kennady temper at that moment going through my veins. Wow... so there's a side of me you probably don't know! I don't really know it either and I'd like to keep it tucked away for very special events such as punk kids pushing grocery carts into our vehicles... the little turd! hahahaha...
