Ok, remember just last week I was in a huff over my neighbor running the reds on Connor's bus? Yeah, well today Mrs. Incredible got to school her neighbor chick on the bus laws.
Yes. Yes, I did.
The bus aide had just sat down in her seat from securing Connor in his car seat. The bus driver was saying something to me & I was backing away from the bus. I noticed that the girl was behind the bus in her car. And there it is. She begins laying on the horn. I thought to myself that this was the perfect opportunity to have the conversation I had been wanting to have with her. I left the bus driver in mid-sentence and I'm ashamed to say, with Gracie in my arms, I walk to her car. She has her window up, so I'm speaking loudly as I fully didn't expect her to put her window down. I said, "Just so you know. This is a special needs bus. These children have to be secured in their seats. So, it takes awhile to put them on. I called the cops last week & reported your vehicle when you ran the reds." To which I got: "No I didn'" I said, "Yes, you did. You honked the horn. Then you passed on the left side of the bus when the red lights were on. It is a law that you cannot pass a bus with the red lights on." Her response: "I didn' honk the horn and the stop sign wudn't out." To which I said, "Yes, it was." "No, it wudn't." "Yes, it was." "No, it wudn't." Me: "I'm not going to argue with you. The bottom-line is that you don't pass a bus with it's reds on." To which I got her driving away and as she rolls up her window she says, "F!#$ing B#tch. Whatever." I said, "Yeah, whatever." Yup, went better than planned. As Bryan was expecting me to have my arse handed to me by the ghetto rats or whatever he called them. I'm not a physical fighter. But I think if I had to, I could throw down. That is besides the point, because I'm not interested in that. My immediate next-door neighbor saw what happened & asked what the deal was in her Queens accent & hand waving way that I so adore about her. She's the cutest. I explain it all to her. She says, "Ugh. Nothin' but trouble down the'(there). Always fight-in' and carry-in' on. Good for you for sayin' something." Thanks, sista. I know you'll have my back if she wants to bow up and start a brawl. Anyway.....
I walked in the house and called Bry. I told him the cops may be called to our house. He says, "Oh god, what did you do?" (Like I'm out there breaking laws everyday or something). I explained the story and said, "Look, if I call you and tell you you have to come home, don't ask me any questions. Just get your ass home." So far all has been peaceful. Stay tuned however, as I'm expecting slashed tires, egg on our car and sugar in our gas tank.
About me
- Tabba
- A wife, a mother, a friend. A lover of music, beautiful things, simple things, weighty things, a thinker, a wanderer, a student, and a fiesty fireball. A woman who is all of those things and more. A woman who is trying to matter, and who is trying to leave little more than her footprints behind and a legacy of hope, goodness, and sass behind her in her wake and in the hearts of her two kids. This is just the beginning. Are you ready for the rest of the ride?
6 ripples in the pond:
Just for the record, I do not doubt that my lovely wife can throw down. As a matter of fact, I have the distinct impression that she has a pantry full of cans o' whoop ass to open up. However, I certainly don't think she would be at her fightin' best with a two and a half year old on her hip. Now that I think of it, that visual just made me think of my baby in a whole new light...She's my Redneck Woman, she ain't no high-class broad, she's the product of her raisin'...I loved that song for about 30 seconds. It did always remind me of Tabba.
And I do say Hey ya'll and Yeehaw. ;)
First, GOOD FOR YOU! I think you handled that beautifully! I think you were firm but respectful, a good example to your daughter.
Second, I'm pretty sure "Redneck Woman" is the song my brother-in-law kept teasing my sister about walking down the aisle to at their wedding!
Definitely keep us posted!
I bet she feels like a total *ss. How could she not?
(If she doesn't, she SHOULD!)
Yeah, I think that's why she reacted the way she did. She felt threatened & called on her 'stuff'. So she could only resort to calling me such colorful words. Oh, well. I did my part - for now.
You go girl! People like that make me crazy. I think you handled it quite well. I don't think she'll retaliate, she knows she's wrong. She just won't ever admit it.
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