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She's just a mum...

I was telling Juniper the following story tonight, when she told me about her most recent blog - which I hadn't read at the time... If you haven't read her blog, you'll find it under "Always looking forward" over there in my blogroll...

Anyway, this happened to me tonight...

I'd decided to be lazy and give the boys Maccas for dinner before I went out for the night. It was about 4.30pm and so Maccas was choccas with school kids all yapping and preening themselves together...

So, I get in line, 6th person from the counter with my stroller in front of me, and I've been in line for about three minutes when I notice this 6'2" (or more) tall teen in basketball gear go and stand at the front of my line, just off to the right. At first I thought he might be waiting on an order he'd already put in, as often happens in these peak time situations...

When an equally tall mate joined him, and then a minute later another mate, I realised they were forming their own "queue" looking to push in line.

Now 5th in line, I just watched them...

The line s l o w l y moved along, and they kind of just stood around, obviously not game to push in front of the other guys about their age, or the skinny blonde 16 somethings who were next. When there was just one teen guy in front of me the last guy in this "pseudo line" started trying to edge his way in front of my stroller.

Well, me being me... I said, "Hey, mate, what do you think you're doing?"

He looks at me innocent like and says, "I'm waiting for my turn"

I say, "Well, I was in this line about three minutes before you showed up so you should be behind me"

He says, "I've been standing here for ten minutes already"

I say, "Yeah, so I've been here for 13 minutes then"

So, he just turns away, but doesn't move away.

A minute later the guy in front of me moves away from the counter, and I determinedly push my stroller to the counter, but because the other guy is much taller than me the check out chuck asks HIM what he'd like...

I pipe up with, "Excuse me, I've been standing in this line longer than this guy, and he and his mates are trying to push in."

The guy behind the counter apologises saying he wasn't aware of that and asks me what I would like.

The kid then says loudly under his breath, "Bitch!"

I turn to him and leaning back (so I can see his face up there in the clouds, I'm only 5'4"), I say, "Would you like to say that to my face?"

He kind of flinches, acting as if he doesn't know what I'm refering to, and so I say, "Well, go away then."

I then carry on making my order and don't make eye contact with this kid or his mates again...

I was shaking a bit, rofl, but I don't know if it was fear or anger! It dawned on me that *I* had been the "soft target"... They'd obviously pegged me as "a mum", who probably would shut up and put up...

Obviously, they pegged me wrong...

Had the boy been fool enough to repeat his insult, I was ready to come back with, "I feel sorry for you mum, I'm sure she didn't bring you up to be this way..."

LOL, then my boys got a talking to about how NOT to speak to other people's mothers...

Comments

Stitch Sista said…
I'd be shaking too! Definitely with rage LOL (which wouldn't be very good at the moment because I tend to wet my pants whenever I'm very angry :P.)
Oh go Sif !! I would be shaking from rage as well LOL

Theres something about being a mum that makes you more brave, Ive definately said and done things I would never have before kids.
Rae said…
Oh good on you!!! That sounds like what i'd say in my dreams..
This is a bug bear for me too. Ever since I became a mum I've noticed people push ahead of me all the time. It's usually 'suits', you know, executive types who act like their time is more important than mine because I'm standing there with a child.
HipbubbyMama said…
LOL..good on you! Way to teach those young'uns a lesson!! I'd probably to be scared of getting bashed (I am such a wuss)
Loren said…
good for you!!!

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