"You Should Have Seen It!!"
While on vacation in sunny California last February, we ventured out one night to a local hot spot for dinner. We managed the obligatory forty-five minute wait (not an easy feat with children in tow) and were finally seated at a lovely booth. It had been an exciting day filled with fun at Disneyland. We were all happy and hungry. Unfortunately, the people in the next booth were not. Son and I had the luxury of sitting with our backs to the two losers, but we were able to hear everything ....and I mean everything.... going on back there. They were a young couple, obviously in the midst of a relationship crisis. Bickering back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until I was ready to scream. Wait... we're getting a break.
She: "I'm going to the bathroom."
He: "Good, don't hurry back."
Then... (talking loudly on a cell phone)
He: "Who the hell is this? Why is your number on my girl's phone? (Pause) Oh, yeah, well you're a f..cking fag. (Pause) Hey, I don't care. I know you love taking it up the ..ss."
THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME. My head whipped around so fast you'd think I wasn't human.. and in the loudest voice possible.
Me: "Hey, buddy. I've got kids here!!!" And that's all I said.
The children looked at me like I was crazy. Husband gave me a knowing smile, for he could see that I made young man more than a little uncomfortable. As soon as girlfriend returned from her bathroom trip, they got up and left. Both kids eyed them as they made their way towards the door.
Son: "Wow, mom, you just told off a biker dude." I hadn't even noticed (or cared) that the warped young man was dressed like a hoodlum with a red bandanna wrapped around his head.
Husband: "I think he was a gang member. But even biker dudes and gang guys have a heart when it comes to kids. And you made him realize what a jerk he was being. You embarrassed him right out of here."
Me: "Well, good." And I hoped to let it drop. The children (son, in particular) wouldn't let it go. I finally got him to stop talking about it. I was no hero, just an angry mom.
When we returned and went to see Nana and Grandpa bearing gifts and tales of our adventures, what's the first thing son shares? "You should have seen it. Mom took on a gang guy. She wasn't even scared!" He told them the whole story (and delighted in whispering to Grandpa the sad-excuse-for-a-man's exact words). I hadn't realized then that I created the highlight of son's trip. He told anyone who would listen this story for weeks.
Don't mess with a mama. She'll do anything for her babies. I always have, and I always will. You should have seen it.
(This post was inspired by Joy's October 31 post "Shopping with the Bickersons." Visit Joy at joyofsix.typepad.com).
She: "I'm going to the bathroom."
He: "Good, don't hurry back."
Then... (talking loudly on a cell phone)
He: "Who the hell is this? Why is your number on my girl's phone? (Pause) Oh, yeah, well you're a f..cking fag. (Pause) Hey, I don't care. I know you love taking it up the ..ss."
THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME. My head whipped around so fast you'd think I wasn't human.. and in the loudest voice possible.
Me: "Hey, buddy. I've got kids here!!!" And that's all I said.
The children looked at me like I was crazy. Husband gave me a knowing smile, for he could see that I made young man more than a little uncomfortable. As soon as girlfriend returned from her bathroom trip, they got up and left. Both kids eyed them as they made their way towards the door.
Son: "Wow, mom, you just told off a biker dude." I hadn't even noticed (or cared) that the warped young man was dressed like a hoodlum with a red bandanna wrapped around his head.
Husband: "I think he was a gang member. But even biker dudes and gang guys have a heart when it comes to kids. And you made him realize what a jerk he was being. You embarrassed him right out of here."
Me: "Well, good." And I hoped to let it drop. The children (son, in particular) wouldn't let it go. I finally got him to stop talking about it. I was no hero, just an angry mom.
When we returned and went to see Nana and Grandpa bearing gifts and tales of our adventures, what's the first thing son shares? "You should have seen it. Mom took on a gang guy. She wasn't even scared!" He told them the whole story (and delighted in whispering to Grandpa the sad-excuse-for-a-man's exact words). I hadn't realized then that I created the highlight of son's trip. He told anyone who would listen this story for weeks.
Don't mess with a mama. She'll do anything for her babies. I always have, and I always will. You should have seen it.
(This post was inspired by Joy's October 31 post "Shopping with the Bickersons." Visit Joy at joyofsix.typepad.com).
posted by Elsie | 6:05 AM
7 Comments:
Yep, you mamas are something else. Another mother story (by Roomie on her new blog) is at:
http://tinyurl.com/29rntf
(If the link doesn't work, let me know.)
Yes, Winston, we mamas certainly are, and I've seen a dad or two who are as well (I can only imagine how you'd be).
Thanks for sharing Roomie's blog. It's beautifully written. Writing ability sure runs in your family!
Please. Like a biker-gang-dude would keep us quiet! Good show, Elsie! (And enjoy your day in NYC tomorrow.)
Mary, the weather forecast doesn't look good at all. We're taking the train so that should help as long as it doesn't get too bad. No NYC biker duds better get in my way tomorrow! I'll let you know how it goes.
Cheers to you Elsie. When that maternal instinct kicks in....nothing and noone is immune. Thanks for the link love sweetie....
Well done, elsie! You've certainly got street cred in your kids's eyes now!
What's the outlook for landfall in your backyard?
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