Things to grumble about...
Tuesday, August 26th, 2008 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouAm I ever going to see the Insane Soccer Parents and not get this massive flinch/flail reaction from them? Seriously! Yesterday morning, after I got the Impossible Son settled in his class, I was about to turn out of the parking lot, and here comes the Insane Soccer Parents, tootling down the street toward the junior high. Then Mrs. Insane sees me, flinches, her husband notices, looks, sees me, flinches, then both of them start flailing, and their car swerves. All this with their son in the back seat going, "Huh, what?"
You'd think I had six inch fangs, dripping with saliva, and I was staring longingly at their throats or something! I mean, isn't that the reaction usually reserved for spotting Godzilla just before he steps on your house??
So, this morning, I drive up to Mr. Manzie's school, and I'm waiting to turn into the parking lot. They come up, waiting to turn out of the parking lot. And again, they spot me. I decide to grab the bull by the horns and wave cheerfully at them, with a smile (because I'm evil that way).
I'll give you three guesses how they reacted.
Maybe tomorrow, I should wear a hockey mask with a little tiny drip of blood coming from one corner of the mouth. I mean, it couldn't possibly make their reactions any worse! I thought for a few minutes there that they were going to leave their car and flee. You know, this almost hurts my feelings (though not really, because they mean less to me than a gnat). I have done nothing to these people. And, you know, my husband did nothing to them, either, other than warn them that he would call the police if they tried to show up at a soccer game with the intent to harass and harangue (I'm being really, really generous here, because what Mr. Insane actually threatened to do to THO was "kick your @)#%*&!! ass!!"). I should probably ask Mr. Manzie's teacher if the Insane's younger son is in her class, because... that would be just my luck. Can you imagine field trips with Mrs. Insane? I'd have to get all Chilly Pissed Off Southern Gal on her. *head-desk*
You'd think I had six inch fangs, dripping with saliva, and I was staring longingly at their throats or something! I mean, isn't that the reaction usually reserved for spotting Godzilla just before he steps on your house??
So, this morning, I drive up to Mr. Manzie's school, and I'm waiting to turn into the parking lot. They come up, waiting to turn out of the parking lot. And again, they spot me. I decide to grab the bull by the horns and wave cheerfully at them, with a smile (because I'm evil that way).
I'll give you three guesses how they reacted.
Maybe tomorrow, I should wear a hockey mask with a little tiny drip of blood coming from one corner of the mouth. I mean, it couldn't possibly make their reactions any worse! I thought for a few minutes there that they were going to leave their car and flee. You know, this almost hurts my feelings (though not really, because they mean less to me than a gnat). I have done nothing to these people. And, you know, my husband did nothing to them, either, other than warn them that he would call the police if they tried to show up at a soccer game with the intent to harass and harangue (I'm being really, really generous here, because what Mr. Insane actually threatened to do to THO was "kick your @)#%*&!! ass!!"). I should probably ask Mr. Manzie's teacher if the Insane's younger son is in her class, because... that would be just my luck. Can you imagine field trips with Mrs. Insane? I'd have to get all Chilly Pissed Off Southern Gal on her. *head-desk*
