Let Your Freak Flag Fly

So, it's been a while…I’ve written plenty of blogs in my head but haven’t had time to get them down on screen. But when my SIL – and author of the broadway blog – called me out for slacking as much as her, I said enough is enough. I've got at least a couple good blogs in me. Today I'll tell you about a good walk interrupted.

I had just started jogging down my street the other day when I got to a four-way stop. I, of course, don't trust traffic to see me, so I slowed way down in time to see this woman NOT stop, look quickly to her left, completely ignore ME on her right, and scoot on through the stop sign. Her ignorance went all over me this particular day and before I even realized it, I yelled out, “Um, there's a stop sign!”

She kept going, but I noticed as I ran through the intersection (I say intersection, but it’s really just a mildly busy neighborhood 4-way) that she was on her brakes. Nice of you to hit your brakes, lady. Better late than never. No, really.

I'm halfway up the block I hear this hey, Hey, HEY! (Yes Mom, I can hear what's going on around me, even with my ipod.) It's the woman! I keep running, yank my earbuds out and answer politely, "Yes?"

She was quite the thug and says, "What'd you say to me back there?" I don't understand her the first time, so I say, "What?"

Thug girl: I said, What’d you say to me back there?
I reply very sweetly, "I said, there's a stop sign."
Thug girl: That's why I stopped.

Still running, I coat my answer with sugar – aka sarcasm – and say, "No you didn't."

Then. She. Yells. Be-utch. Um, I didn't know that was a two syllable word or that it had an E in it.

Normally, I wouldn't post profanity, but the way she said it was shocking then and continues to shock me today. It was actually quite hilarious. And rude, vulgar, trashy, and inappropriate.
She drove away and I just shook my head in disbelief that this woman acted so horribly in MY neighborhood. Not hers. Mine.

I thought about calling in her tag number and reporting her for reckless driving, but I didn't want her to come find me in my sleep.

So I just called my people looking for dramatic reaction. I got a few good responses. :)

Can you believe summer is over?! Well, at least according to the Memorial Day – Labor Day calendar. The season technically doesn’t end until after my birthday, the last official day of summer. I eeked out a summer birthday by about 12 hours, which is quite appropriate for this girl of summer. But I’m supa excited about the fall!

Happy Labor Day!!

and goooOOOO Dawgs!