Took son'o'mine out to get some new clothes. The saying "Growing like a weed" is rather apt. Got what was needed, and started walking back home.
Now, we have pedestrian signals for when you can cross the streets. This is a good thing, unless you are some idiotic yokel speeding. Alan started walking across to get back onto the sidewalk seeing as we had the green to go, I stayed at the pushbutton post cuz I knew I was walking slower, and this mook came zooming up to the merge, signaled the nano second he was going to turn onto it, and missed Alan by well over 30 feet. Did this satisfy said yokel? Oh hell no! He starts foul mouthing my son with me on the other side merge.
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong kid to be smut mouthing in front of the wrong mother.
"He gave you plenty of room so shut the f**k up." was what fell out of my mouth. The guys' head just about twists off snapping over to my direction, and he jets out of the merge, only to stop in the middle of the road.
"G'wan, get out of here." was my comment, and we just came home.
Maternal instincts... ain't they grand?
*Except me.
