Play nice!

OK. My problem is simply this: I hate people.

I know, this is the real world and I have to deal with them. But come on! Did everybody wake up and eat a big bowl of Stupid this morning??

Why are you in such a foul mood today? What has your undies in a knot?

Well, I am just so tired of stupid people! Isn’t that enough?

Key spark for today: I took my son (5 y/o) to a bank grand opening today. I had heard on the radio that Scooby-do was going to be there and he is (currently) my son’s “Big Thing”. It turned out to be a huge deal. There were all kinds of things for kids to do and free hotdogs and stuff. We were having a great time.

At this point, I should tell you that I am raising my son per the directives listed in this blog, but specifically the last 2 posts.

We are in line at the balloon animal maker guy when a – well, it’s not mean if it is accurate – toothless bitch decides she wants her kid to get a balloon animal, too. She is line two people behind me. I hear her swearing at her kid, yelling for her husband (or whatever) to “get the fuck” over there so that she can go sit down and being a general pain in the ass to everyone within earshot.

The people between her and I eventually leave the line (I don’t blame them as I do not want my son learning that type of language at 5, but I’m me and will not pander to lesser idiots), bringing her right behind me.

“I bet all these little fuckers are gonna get real big balloon animals,” she says – loudly and to no one in particular. At this, I turn and begin with politeness.

“Would you mind not swearing like that around my son, please?”

“It’s a free country, asshole. I have Free Speech in my Constitution!” (Nice reply, right?)

I swear I am not making this up. This is how it truly happened.

I turn back around to my son and try to keep his focus on me and not on her.

“Brent (the husband), will you get the fuck over here? I want to sit for a minute!”

Brent is in the next line getting an autograph from a former Dallas Cowboy. This means that Brent is NOT moving.

I turn again and say, “Ma’am, I asked you nicely and would like for you to show me a little respect by not using vulgar language in front of my son. If you cannot do that, I will see if there is someone that will help me make you stop.”

Not really a threat, but trying to show that there is a line and she is dancing real close to it.

“My husband will kick your ass if you keep talking to me like that.”

It’s now over. Brent, as I said, is in the next line. He is about 6 people away from getting what will surely be the centerpiece for his mantle for years to come. Behind him is a Dallas DART cop. Brent is the last in line.

“Excuse me, Officer. Will you please explain that this vulgar, abusive, and unnecessary language is not tolerated in public? I have asked twice now for her to stop, but she is just not understanding that she – and her language – is offensive!”

Cop, “Ma’am, if you do not refrain from using inappropriate language, I will have to ask you to leave.”

Bitch, “I got rights. I can say anything I want to. I came here with my family to have some fun and goddammit, I’m gonna!”

Cop, pulling out radio and saying something I couldn’t hear.

Next thing I know, there are 4 officers around her and her son, escorting her away. Brent passes me and gives me an attitude, saying something about it being MY fault he won’t get his coveted autograph.

“If you would teach your wife not to be a bitch, you would be getting that autograph right about now, Brent,” I say as he turns to follow his yelling, obscene bitch of a wife.

I just want everyone to play nicely for a while. Not get all bent out of shape if someone asks for a little consideration. I don’t. Why can’t anyone else do this?