Happy Freakin' Thanksgiving

I took my kids to Wally World tonight for Christmas lights and a few food necessities. As I was walking out of the store, IN the white cross walk lines where people are SUPPOSED to stop and then drive slow, this guy cam whizzing past me and was literally an inch from my cart. My cart that my two little girls were in. THREE separate people said "He almost hit you!" That is right. HE almost hit us! I pushed my shopping basket to our car where HE WAS PULLING INTO THE STALL NEXT TO US!!!! I was boiling and proceeded to put my kids in the van as he and his fourteenish daughter got out of his van. I said "People are supposed to SLOW DOWN in parking lots, not speed up." rather loudly. I unloaded my things and got into my seat as he came out with his daughter, his wife and his 16ish son. He came up to my van window and started to tell me that I needed to go to the hospital and get medication for my problem. MY PROBLEM! MY PROBLEM IS THAT YOU ALMOST HIT MY KIDS YOU JERK AND YOU CAN'T EVEN SAY YOU ARE SORRY LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING WITH A HEART!!!!

Well we exchanged words and he kept insisting that I belong in a mental ward. I kept insisting that he belonged in jail. Finally I dropped the mother of all swear words followed by and "off" and drove off.

HE ALMOST HIT MY KIDS AND HE BLAMED ME FOR IT!!!!

I would hate to be his wife. I'll bet that she is responsible for everything that goes wrong in that house.

If he had hit my kids and me I hope it was worth him getting to Wal-Mart a whole ten seconds earlier. I hoped that he would think about that for fifteen-to-life.

Before I dropped the monster word, I told him that this Thanksgiving I am going to be grateful that my kids were alive.

Thanks for listening to my vent. I now have to go and see if I can get my blood temperature to come down a few notches.

Oh, and I am so glad that his spawn will be on the roads as well.