One for the Books....

Before I start this blog, let me preface with this. I know I look weird. To me, I think I look normal, but I realize that to the unwashed masses, I look weird. I'm a whole lotta woman with a whole lotta tattoos and a head full of blood red and black hair. You can see me coming a mile away (and see me GOING a mile away so I've been told) and I know that I am not your Laura Ashley "norm". With that being said, I am used to the sideways glances, the comments, the "nudge nudge look behind you at that girl", but NOTHING prepared me for the audacity and rudeness I experienced today. Nothing.

I'm standing outside of Sweet Tomatoes waiting for my pal Veezie and her son Julien to meet me for lunch. As I stand there, with Dante in his stroller, two women approach the entrance and as they walk in, one of them, very loudly and eloquently says, "My god, I would hate to be that baby and have to look at that thing that is my mother every day. I feel so sorry for that child to have a mother like that". Ok. Did she think I wouldn't hear her? Do tattoos and dyed hair imply deafness? Or did she think I was too smacked out on crack and heroin to comprehend the English language? Did she think I was from the planet Vulgartron and did not speak Earthling? Seriously. I was floored at this woman.

Now, normally when people make comments or do the nudge nudge or are starey mcstarers, I let it go. Sometimes, I'll give a sneer or an evil eye, but a majority of the time I'm just like, fuck it , they're idiots and move on. Today, something snapped in me and I couldn't let this woman get away with talking to me like that. I looked at her flatly and said, "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that? And where the hell do you get off feeling sorry that my son has a mother like me? Have you looked in the mirror lately you fat troll? I guarantee you I have more class and education in my pinky than you will ever have you stupid bitch". Granted, the "stupid bitch" part may have negated the whole "class and intelligent" statement but I was pissed and I was pissed black. She of course, just waddled into the restaurant with her party, grinning sheepishly, with her gaping maw.

I was so flustered that when Veezie and Julien showed up I just couldn't let it go. I just couldn't. So we went inside and I pointed them out and we made it a point to sit ourselves RIGHT beside them. Just to make the woman uncomfortable. I swear, it took every ounce of strength in me not to "accidentally" spill a bowl of hot chowder on her. Finally after a while, the woman got up (it's a salad bar place) presumably to get something else to eat. At that moment, one of the other women at her table, who had walked in with her and heard what she said and consequently what I said, came over to me and basically begged for forgiveness for her friend's rudeness saying, "I'm so sorry she said those things. She has a problem not keeping her comments to herself. She had no right to say it. You're a great mom. No one should be spoken to like that", and yadda yadda yadda. I told the woman I appreciated her apology but it should not have been she that was doing it and that if her friend had Tourette's (which she didn't; she was just a rude asshole) that maybe she should get help.

So that was my encounted of the year. I swear, sometimes I think I've seen and heard it all and then another dumb fuck comes along and clears the slate and I have to start over.

I didn't even get any soup I was so mad.