Awesome-sauce event of the day: MY MOMMY IS HERE! Visiting from Montreal! Heck-yes!
Fun thing of the day: I got to give a pig-headed jackass what-for in a parking lot. At night. In front of the liquor store. It was exhilarating.
Jackass, to his son “Now THAT’S a woman,” (referring to me).
Me: “What did you just say?”
Jackass stops, walks towards me – son stays put.
Jackass: “You should take it as a compliment. You’re sexy,” as jackass walks right up to me, a bit too close for comfort.
Me: “You better back away right now, before I call the police.”
Jackass, reacting quite negatively: “Swear words, bla bla bla,” as he walks back to sonny-boy (I forget what he said, it wasn’t too intelligible, or worth hearing)
Me: “Yeah fuck (repeating whatever I could understand).”
My mom: “What was that all about?”
Me: “Oh, just some sexual harassment.”
Jackass, yelling from a distance: “My girlfriend would fuck you up!”
Me: ” ” – no response, because, well if you have a girlfriend, why are you caterwauling at random women in a parking lot with a kid? What life lessons were you trying to impart? And, you’re just reacting negatively to having had your chauvinism exposed for all the creepiness it is, so I don’t need to respond or take it personally. And you’re saying this as you back away, so it’s not threatening. You’re just trying to save face in front of your boy. I understand, you jackass. You’re just a jackass. It’s not your fault. I’ll let you have it. It must be hard, being a jackass.
As we drove away, chatting with mum, I wanted to point him out. So I totally unnecessarily shone my high beams right on his jackass of a fuck-face to be an asshole myself, and flashed my lights (to be like “I seeeee youuuuuu, you jackass!” He gave me the finger, pointed, and walked towards the car. Boy, was I scared (I was not scared. Duh, I’m in a car. Cars are faster than jackasses).
He picked the wrong bitch to objectify.
Ok, layterrrrrrr.
Epic diary of caring for two boys. Many farts. 