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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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Assault!
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At work we have a small refrigerator in our shop that the guys in our group use to keep lunch stuff and things like flux and adhesives that need to be stored cold. Being too cheap to go buy myself lunch every day, and too disorganized to pack one the night before at home, every week or two I run to the supermarket down the street and buy some random sandwich stuff and some bread to fill the shop fridge so that I have something to eat. I ate out the last of my stash last week, so I ran to the store at lunchtime today to restock. As I pull into a parking space, my cell-O-phone rings. I answer it. It is a vendor returning a call I had in to him earlier in the day. As I am talking, a car pulls into the space next to me on my passenger's side. I don't pay much attention, and sit in my car and transact my business with the guy on the phone. I finish up on the phone, put the phone back in it's handy holster, open the door and lock up my car. Just as I begin to step away, I hear someone yelling AAHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOWWWW! It is a woman's voice nearby someplace, but was not a "someone is trying to kill me" sort of yell, more like someone who just bashed their toe or something. So I quickly look around, and see it is coming from the car that had pulled in next to mine. In the car is a woman sitting in the driver's seat and directly behind her in the back seat is a kid's car seat. Standing in up in back is (presumably) her kid, who is maybe 4 or 5, who I assume had released him or her self from the car seat. The kid is standing up, directly behind her and has both hands clamped in her hair. There are little tufts of hair sticking out between his fingers. And he is pulling back so hard that her neck looks stretched and her head is jammed back tight against the headrest. Her arms are flailing about a bit and she starts yelling at the kid to let go. I briefly wondered if I should smash a window and throttle the kid, but instead just stood there and laughed. It was funny. It all only lasted maybe 10 seconds, but boy did that woman look cranky. She shook the kid off and I continued on my way, undetected I think.
When I saw her in the store about 10 minutes later the kid looked pretty subdued. The woman's hair looked a bit rumpled and she still looked a bit crabby. I resisted the urge to compliment her on her hair style.
I laughed again.
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thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 6:21 PM
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