Since when??

So - when did I become that older woman in the mini-van that young jackasses flip off!?

Here's my story....

Sophie is in Vacation Bible School this week. Tonight was the first night of it and it lasts until 8:30 (kinda late if you ask me but no one did - hrumph!). So I had just picked her up from the church and we were driving home. We got to a four-way stop. Everyone was taking their turn and going on about their business when some little punk decides that he's WAITED LONG ENOUGH and runs his stop sign and therefore forces me to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting his little pint sized tricky truck. I honk the horn at him.

Guess that pissed him off?

We get up to the red-light - he is right in front of me. He turns around and gives me a smarmy look while flipping me off.

Oh.

My.

God.

You just don't KNOW the restraint that it took for me to (1) not flip him off as well and (2) not get out of the car and yank him out by his mullet and kick him in the gonads. BUT - seeing as I had JUST come back from the church and had my 5 year old child in the car with me ... I refrained. Instead, I started giving him the thumbs-up and nodding my head and clapping to convey to him "OH! What a big guy you are! Flipping off the old lady in the mini-van! WOO!".

Guess that pissed him off more??

When the light turned green, he couldn't get outta there fast enough. As a matter of fact, he went AROUND the car in front of him when she stopped at the red-light and proceeded to run right through it. At that point, I was glad to see him go cause I certainly did not want to be a part of the accident that he was bound to make happen.

Why at that point did I feel like that character that Kathy Bates played in 'Fried Green Tomatoes'!? What was her line? I may be old and slow but I have better insurance? or something along those lines.
TOWANDA!

GAWD, I'm a mom in a mini-van. When did that happen!? Am I that old lady that young punk-ass kids want to flip off? I didn't think I was.

Sweet justice prevailed ... for my story does not end here.

On the way home, further down the road. I saw my little angry mullet friend. He had been stopped by Johnny Law.
Maybe for being so damned pissed off? As I passed him by - I gave a little honk.

HA!HA!HA!HA! The mini-van was a rocking with jubilation. *or maybe it was the soundtrack to Dragon Tales*?

Either way ... Life is good.