Bully Thugs and a Meme

So, I feel compelled to tell you about something that happened to me yesterday. Remember I told you that my Bible Study last week was about Patience? And remember I told you that satan must have known about it because he made sure my patience was tested every day in every possible way??? Yeah, well this week is about kindness/goodness. After last week, when I looked ahead at the subject matter, my first thought was 'this could get ugly'. And so it did.

I spent most of yesterday working at the new house loading trash and scraps of lumber to be hauled off (seriously, we could build a house with the waste leftover from this one!! What up wit dat?). Fortunately, I had to quit at 2:15 to go pick Lake up from school - saved by the bell literally. After picking Lake up, I headed to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things and to give big oil execs every dime I had get gas. I paid for my items and pointed my gas-guzzler toward the pumps. I pulled into pump #6 then waited for about 10 minutes until I finally realized that the person in the car in front of me was not coming back. So, I back up and pull behind the car at pump #4 . When I put my car in park to wait for the woman to finish pumping her gas, I noticed a car full of high school age thugs boys turning their car around to get into the same line as me (only they were in facing the front of her car and I was in line behind).

I noticed that they did not look like upstanding young men (there were cigarettes, tattoos, and just a general look of not niceness about them - I bet they have not been to Sunday School in years). So, when the lady in front of me moved out, I pulled up because I was next in line. The problem was that so did the punks boys in the other car - their beat up and dented Cavalier was heading right for the front of my car. I had to make a command decision - stop and give up my rightful place in the gas line OR keep going and stand up to the bullies. Well, not being one to back down (and it HAS gotten me into more than a little trouble at times) I kept going all the while hoping my airbag would not deploy when we hit (those airbags can cause you to have black eyes or worse -who needs that kind of trauma? Paying $100 for a tank of gas is trauma enough for anyone!)

When I finally came to a stop, I realized the boys had backed up, but the confrontation was far from over because driver boy was getting out and quickly stomping toward me . He was yelling every curse word, throwing his hands around like a nut, and calling me every name in the book (where are the real men who are willing to defend a lady when something like this happens -- I assume the real men must buy their gas elsewhere because there were none around while this boy threatened to kill me and everyone around watched). While he is railing at me, I continue to pump my gas and I politely tell him that I was there first. He got in my face and told me he was going to ram my ____ ____ ______car. The he said I will kill you _______. Lake was in the car listening to words he had never heard before (remember? 'fat', 'hate', 'stupid' and 'butt' are bad words at our house).

I have to admit that I was afraid that thug boy WOULD make good on his promise to ram my car with Lake in it - so there was more than a little anxiety on my part. But, he made me mad, and I threw my Bible study notes out the window --- I looked him in the eye and I said, "Are you threatening me? Are YOU THREATENING ME?????? I certainly hope you ARE threatening me, because I am calling the police" (as many of you know I have a THP Lieutenant on voice command speed dial ;-). I proceeded to get my cell phone out and the blowhard bully coward boy left (all the while yelling "I will get you ____"). Sure hope I don't meet up with him again, because I think he really would like to hurt me.

I was relaying the message to hubs when I got home and it occurred to me that I made a huge mistake (I mean a mistake other than replying to him with goodness and kindness). If I had it to do over again, when he came toward me cursing, I would have opened my eyes as wide as saucers, rushed toward him and said "I rebuke you satan, in the name of JESUS" --- I think that might have stumped him......maybe next time.

So Heidi has tagged me for a meme where I have to tell 6 random things about myself........Which isn't easy since I have told ya'll everything about me here , here, and here not to mention the complete randomness that is a day in the life of this blog, but I will try to come up with some new material....here goes:

#1. One time I paid $80 to have a lady wrap my whole body in wet rags that were supposed to make you lose inches in an hour. I went there in good faith that I would come out skinny, but I only came out wet and poor. The funny part is that after she got all the miracle rags pinned on my body, she told my I had to keep moving the whole hour or it wouldn't work. She turned on a TV and told me to keep moving. I stood in that room in front of a TV flailing my arms and legs around for an hour. I expected Alan Funt to come out and announce that I was on Candid Camera, but he never came -- a television appearance would have made the experience worthwhile, unfortunately, no Alan and no weight loss - and I was extremely tired from all the movement while being laden with heavy wet cloths.........yeah, fun times.

#2. When I visited the Statue of Liberty, I was coming down the steps from the very top of the torch and the very large man in front of me got stuck. His hips were too wide for the small staircase - I will never understand how he got up there in the first place! Anyway, I started getting claustrophobic because the people behind me were freaking out, so after about 30 minutes of being trapped behind him, I asked if he could sit down and let me climb over him...........he did and I am sure he finally made it out --- we would have heard about him on the news if he didn't. He was a very nice man - you get to know people when you are in a crisis together.

#3. When I was little and people would ask what I wanted to be when I grow up, I would always say "Cocktail Waitress".

#4. I never take a bath. I always take a shower. There is something kind of gross to me about soaking in a tub of my own filth. I prefer to stand and have my body dirt go directly down the drain rather than laying in a pool of it.......and for those of you who were wondering....No, I would never get into a public hot tub (float in a pool of other people's sweat - are you kidding me?) and I actually do have a slight problem with public pools. If I don't like to swim in my own filth, you can only imagine how much I despise swimming in the filth/possible disease of others.

#5. Yesterday I had to use the "Jobsite Johnny" that we have at our new house......or as I like to call it, "The $80 per Month Outhouse". I have a fear of Porta-Johns. I am always afraid of a snake being down in the bottom. I only use them when it is a complete necessity. So, yesterday, after drinking a large sweet tea from Pal's, I walked into it, opened the lid, held my breath - (see next random thing for explanation) and looked into the dark hole. I would rather die than sit on the seat of a portable/public toilet, so I tried to stand up and do what needed to be done. Sadly, a minute and a half later, as I walked out of that scary lavatory, I noticed that my socks were wet. The moral of this story? Go ahead and sit on the seat of a porta potty or you will end up peeing in your own socks..............hey!! the meme asks for random things about yourself -- it doesn't get any more random (or real) than that!!!! I should at least get some points for honesty.

#6. When I smell something bad I hold my nose and blow air out my mouth for fear that the bad smell will enter my body through one orifice or another. I have done it since I was little and cannot seem to stop this odd behavior even in my old age.........speaking of old age, one of the young guys (he's 22) that is working on our house paid me a compliment the other day (kinda). I met he and his girlfriend while I was working at our car wash and a few days later he told me that his girlfriend said that she hoped she looks as good as me when she is up in her thirties........(ie. She thinks I look good for an elderly woman) .....My husband is 42 and I am 35, so I always joke with him about being old.....when he heard what she said, I thought he would fall over laughing ----- and he will not let me live it down -- EVER!

Okay, I'm off to work on being Good and Kind!!! Hopefully I will be a quick learner on this one - I can't take many more "life lessons" like I have had lately ;-)~

Okay Heidi, are you happy, you have made me scrape the bottom of the barrel to come up with 6 random things about myself and now I have completely embarrassed myself and ruined my good/kind reputation in the blogging community.....if my readership declines, it will be all your fault!!! hhahahahahaa