cloudy
Alabama Slammer
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I'm not normally much into physical confrontations, although y'all know I have a mouth on me, and don't hesitate to use it. I found out just a few minutes ago, though, how readily I will enter into a physical confrontation when someone almost kills my son because they're going fifty miles an hour down a residential street.
I'm still shaking as I type this.
The speed limit on our street is 20 mph. I know that seems slow, but we live in a subdivision with a lot of kids on the roads, and they're always out playing, so you have to be careful.
My son was riding his scooter in the driveway, and looped into the street, barely, every once in awhile. Both my husband and I were out in the front yard, along with another friend of mine, and some idiot bitch going 50 mph down the street came *this* close to hitting him.
Oh, god, does time ever slow down when you see something like that. You'd better believe it.
To add insult to injury, the stupid bitch gets out of her car, and tells me she's going to kick my ass because she would "feel so horrible if she'd hit him." Yep, it's all about her.
When I walked out into the street and told her to take her best shot...I'm talking chest bumping here...she backed off, got back in her car, and then had the GODDAMN FUCKING NERVE to use my driveway to turn around.
I had my hand on the door handle of her car, fully planning on yanking the bitch out, and beating her to the ground (I normally control my temper much better than this), but my husband grabbed me before I could carry it through. He's quite a bit bigger than me, but you know...
...the next time he won't be there, and I will beat her ass to my heart's content. You don't mess with my kid.
Y'all be careful out there. Seriously.
I need a drink.
I'm still shaking as I type this.
The speed limit on our street is 20 mph. I know that seems slow, but we live in a subdivision with a lot of kids on the roads, and they're always out playing, so you have to be careful.
My son was riding his scooter in the driveway, and looped into the street, barely, every once in awhile. Both my husband and I were out in the front yard, along with another friend of mine, and some idiot bitch going 50 mph down the street came *this* close to hitting him.
Oh, god, does time ever slow down when you see something like that. You'd better believe it.
To add insult to injury, the stupid bitch gets out of her car, and tells me she's going to kick my ass because she would "feel so horrible if she'd hit him." Yep, it's all about her.
When I walked out into the street and told her to take her best shot...I'm talking chest bumping here...she backed off, got back in her car, and then had the GODDAMN FUCKING NERVE to use my driveway to turn around.
I had my hand on the door handle of her car, fully planning on yanking the bitch out, and beating her to the ground (I normally control my temper much better than this), but my husband grabbed me before I could carry it through. He's quite a bit bigger than me, but you know...
...the next time he won't be there, and I will beat her ass to my heart's content. You don't mess with my kid.
Y'all be careful out there. Seriously.
I need a drink.
you. That was wicked. I'd do the same for my baby too.
She dared me to write it down.
