The scene: Right outside a local Greek restaurant full of flaming cheese, pita bread and meat pie. Me, in my car with small child shrieking from backseat. Her, a middle aged poufed up smoker with fake black hair and too high of heels for her center of balance. She gets into her new shiny black Range Rover with her two froofed up sidekicks, TooBlonde and SpandexQueen.
Before closing her door she throws (THROWS!) her half full convenience store soda cup INTO the parking lot.
I threw my car into park.
I am in no way crunchy, well, maybe three ways crunchy, but REGARDLESS! You don’t throw your garbage ON THE GROUND!
My first reaction? Tear out of my car and throw that soda back into her half open cigarette hanging window. Whew, it would have felt gooood.
(Cody’s mentioned something about controlling my rage…hmm…well. Anyway.)
Second reaction? Get out of my car and pick it up myself. With a big HUMPH! and a dramatic twirl back to my car.
However, I did nothing. Dummy, pansy, dummyhead. Driving away I thought through all the things that could have happened along with the fact that I’m a dummy pansy dummyhead. And then it hit me:
Third reaction, get out of the car, pick the cup up and (nicely) say “Excuse me? Ma’am? You dropped your drink!” then she would either have to suck it up and take it back or deal with some serious karma if she laughed in my face.
What would you have done? And why is it that the best comebacks come two minutes after you needed them?
If nothing else send the litterer lady bad BAAAD juju’s.