So today's visit to a Tesco store where Daddy (maintenance) was showing his Fire Engine to the public. A pleasant experience for all. We dropped off his lunch had a go at being the neee nooor driver and returned to the car.
When I got back to my car an oversized, too old to be a boy racer, pulled into the PARENT AND BABY space next to me as if it was a F1 Pitt stop. The break neck speed made me s*i* my pants a little. I thought maybe they were giving everything away for free in Tesco to warrant the urgency.
I politely gave my sweetest smile and said "I'm sorry you may not have noticed but these are parent and baby spaces."
"So"
" just it's really tricky to get a space, sort a baby out, let alone two and get a DOUBLE trolley, especially when it's about to rain." I pointed at the sky
"not my problem love" retorted the bearded Hobbit
Maybe you could move to another space as there's no more parent spaces left?"
"There will be when you leave, now f*** off you fat bitch"
Pause. Ohhh how the conversation had turned. I had gone from polite to the burning fires of Hades in 5 words. I've not slept for 3 weeks. (I'm entering the irrational stage where I start writing here again to cope with life) what I really wanted to say to him was that I've been on a sodding diet for the last 10 days and nearly lost half a stone. Don't you DARE call me a fat bitch! I'm a bloody starving, knackered mother of exhausting twins and you've just pushed me over the limit of was what my last iota of politeness. I would punch you in your fat spotty throat but I've been eating sodding mixed leaves all week so I haven't the energy! Just move your ****mobile and be a slightly better human just for a hour today"
I tried to keep calm and replied. "I hope you have kids and experience really really difficult day and a knob like you ****s you over one day."
"Ohh **** off and burn your bra somewhere else" as he waddled away into the store waving his middle finger at me
My Chavy Cardiff inner self exploded and I shouted across the car park ... you know In that classy kind of way. "You f***ing ignorant b***!"
Now normally I wouldn't have have lowered to this sort of public outburst but there are very special days when I'm extremely tired and hungry.
As I turned to the boys in the car there was an overwhelming smell. My heart sank. Then I decided to get even. I used my bad nappy for good. A little justice for all knackered parents who have been ****ed over with similar ****ty Mc**** faces' abusing these parking spaces and have had similar experiences.
Yes that's right.... I did it!! I stuck my dirty nappy to his windscreen, securing it with his windscreen wiper.
I felt instantly better! I'm just sorry I didn't have the time to hang round to see his reaction. I did receive affirmation from another woman who must have witnessed the incident "Thats genius" as she walked off with a smile.
Pour me a massive double!
(Yes it's possible all the firefighters may have witnessed my outburst... just the sort of behaviour the managers Wife should display! Sorry maintenance!)
Aussie Paul.
-- Edited by aussie_paul on Friday 20th of October 2017 07:20:51 PM
Do you actually travel (aka Grey Nomad) or sit in your whatever every hour of the day and post this (and other) garbage. You are not funny in anyway whatsoever.
aussie_paul said
08:09 PM Oct 20, 2017
Texas wrote:
Do you actually travel (aka Grey Nomad) or sit in your whatever every hour of the day and post this (and other) garbage. You are not funny in anyway whatsoever.
Sorry you feel that way. I wonder how many agree with you? No, not travelling much as yet. I am disabled after a firey aircraft workplace accident and have to spend a major portion of my day in my comfy lounge chair with a laptop on my knee. Fortunately I can still drive short distances to enjoy our caravan.
I lost my s*i*. Quite literally
So today's visit to a Tesco store where Daddy (maintenance) was showing his Fire Engine to the public. A pleasant experience for all. We dropped off his lunch had a go at being the neee nooor driver and returned to the car.
When I got back to my car an oversized, too old to be a boy racer, pulled into the PARENT AND BABY space next to me as if it was a F1 Pitt stop. The break neck speed made me s*i* my pants a little. I thought maybe they were giving everything away for free in Tesco to warrant the urgency.
I politely gave my sweetest smile and said
"I'm sorry you may not have noticed but these are parent and baby spaces."
"So"
" just it's really tricky to get a space, sort a baby out, let alone two and get a DOUBLE trolley, especially when it's about to rain." I pointed at the sky
"not my problem love" retorted the bearded Hobbit
Maybe you could move to another space as there's no more parent spaces left?"
"There will be when you leave, now f*** off you fat bitch"
Pause. Ohhh how the conversation had turned. I had gone from polite to the burning fires of Hades in 5 words. I've not slept for 3 weeks. (I'm entering the irrational stage where I start writing here again to cope with life) what I really wanted to say to him was that I've been on a sodding diet for the last 10 days and nearly lost half a stone. Don't you DARE call me a fat bitch! I'm a bloody starving, knackered mother of exhausting twins and you've just pushed me over the limit of was what my last iota of politeness. I would punch you in your fat spotty throat but I've been eating sodding mixed leaves all week so I haven't the energy! Just move your ****mobile and be a slightly better human just for a hour today"
I tried to keep calm and replied.
"I hope you have kids and experience really really difficult day and a knob like you ****s you over one day."
"Ohh **** off and burn your bra somewhere else" as he waddled away into the store waving his middle finger at me
My Chavy Cardiff inner self exploded and I shouted across the car park ... you know In that classy kind of way.
"You f***ing ignorant b***!"
Now normally I wouldn't have have lowered to this sort of public outburst but there are very special days when I'm extremely tired and hungry.
As I turned to the boys in the car there was an overwhelming smell. My heart sank. Then I decided to get even. I used my bad nappy for good. A little justice for all knackered parents who have been ****ed over with similar ****ty Mc**** faces' abusing these parking spaces and have had similar experiences.
Yes that's right.... I did it!! I stuck my dirty nappy to his windscreen, securing it with his windscreen wiper.
I felt instantly better! I'm just sorry I didn't have the time to hang round to see his reaction. I did receive affirmation from another woman who must have witnessed the incident
"Thats genius" as she walked off with a smile.
Pour me a massive double!
(Yes it's possible all the firefighters may have witnessed my outburst... just the sort of behaviour the managers Wife should display! Sorry maintenance!)
Aussie Paul.
-- Edited by aussie_paul on Friday 20th of October 2017 07:20:51 PM
Do you actually travel (aka Grey Nomad) or sit in your whatever every hour of the day and post this (and other) garbage. You are not funny in anyway whatsoever.
Sorry you feel that way. I wonder how many agree with you? No, not travelling much as yet. I am disabled after a firey aircraft workplace accident and have to spend a major portion of my day in my comfy lounge chair with a laptop on my knee. Fortunately I can still drive short distances to enjoy our caravan.
Aussie Paul.
Texas needs to get a life.
Jeff
Maybe it was his wiper blade
Aussie Paul.
Sounds like it needs to be.
Jeff
Hey Texas ,you need to get a life ,and i'm sorry it was your windscreen that got soiled. Heheheheheheheheheheheh.
Allan