So, I took a trip to Home Depot yesterday to pick up a few things for the yard and house. Like most Saturdays, Mimi was tagging along.
I load up the car and start making my way towards an exit when I noticed a car cutting through the parking lot. I didn’t think anything of it, but noticed a tree sticking out of the moon roof and chuckling. I drive past and I pull up behind a lady in front of me trying to make a left. We happen to be in an area of the parking lot where it was going to be difficult to make a quick exit because it was near a busy 4 way stop. I was not in any particular hurry so sat waiting for someone to let her pull out.
I had literally been sitting there less than 30 seconds when I heard the horn from the car behind me give a quick beep. I look out my rearview mirror and notice it was the lady with the tree coming out of the moon roof. Again, chuckled and ignored her impatience. Well after a series of 4 to 5 consecutive horn beeps during that minute or so of waiting she had to do, I rolled down my window, poked my head out and yelled, “Quit beeping your horn you fucking whore!”. I was thinking to myself, what an impatient ass and how people like that annoy the hell out of me. So I roll up the window and start to pull up to make my turn when I hear a little voice from the back say, “Daddy, what’s a fucking whore?”.
DAGGER! My annoyance with the tree lady overshadowed my good sense and realization that Mimi was in the back, not too mention how intuitive she is for nearly three years old. What was impressive is that she asked me what a fucking whore was in the most perfect vernacular and knew I was aggravated with someone. So she asked a couple of more times about the fucking whore behind us. Needless to say, I was silently dying inside…laughing at what an ass I was and that my daughter potentially has a couple of new words to use at preschool. I humbly accept my “Parent of the Year” award.
