Monday, June 4, 2012

And Then The Police Called For Backup...Seriously.

     On Saturday, we got a wild hair and took the kids to the park.  Instead of the little park that's just a few minutes from our house, we decided to go to the big fancy park on the other side of town.  Anyway, we went, we ran, we played, we fried in the ridiculous Southern sun; a good time was had by all.  Until it was time to leave.  I know what everyone's thinking: meltdown over leaving the park.  Surprisingly, there were no complaints at all about that.  Even more surprising, we made it to our car with no tears.  Even more surprisinglier, the person who made our day turn to suck in a matter of seconds was a complete stranger.  And by the time our encounter was over, I was literally seeing red.  I think blood vessels may have exploded behind my eyes.

Before.

After.
     As we got into our van to leave, Skeletor opened the front passenger door.  When he did, he accidentally dinged the door of the car next to us.  I am not trying to make myself look better in this by assuring you that the spot on the other car wasn't even a scrape or a scratch or a dent.  It was a fleck of white paint off of our car.  When we turned to pull the door back so we could assess the damage, our earholes were assaulted by a shrill screech of "Oh, hell, no!"  And then this woman, the apparent owner of the other car (unless she was even crazier than we thought,) came running over.  We apologized profusely, but instead of even acknowledging our words, she got very aggressive and yelled, "So what are you gonna do about it?!"  I'm sure I didn't help matters when the reply, "Nothing I can do about it" popped out of my mouth.  (In my defense, I was referring to my inability to turn back time and fix her car's boo-boo with magic.)
     We offered her our information, but she refused, saying that she had already called the police, and that if we left we were fleeing the scene of an accident.  She became louder and was cussing up a blue streak.  The kids were freaking out.  I apologized once again, and said something about Skeletor being just a child.  Her response?  "Well then you shouldn't be letting him open doors!"  Um, pretty sure that if we never allowed kids to open doors, then we would have a generation of grown-ups that were stuck in one room their whole lives.
     After once again offering her our information, which she again refused, we explained that we were leaving.  She began screaming, "Everyone look at the runaways!"  So I drove up the street a bit, and called the police myself.  And, for realsies, I felt like the biggest tool ever calling 911 over this.  An unmarked car pulled up, and the officer was very kind.  He was talking to the kids, and assuring Skeletor that he wasn't in trouble.  When two squad cars pulled up, I made a joke about his back-up arriving.  He said that I had been described as hostile, and that's why they came there first.  Then we had a bit of a chuckle, and he sent the two squad cars down the road to deal with Crazy McCrazypants. 
     I was just livid once everything was over.  I know some people have a strong affinity for their cars, but do the tears and obvious distress of a 5 year old child have no effect on them.  I don't understand why people can be so hateful.  Yes there was an accident, which we tried to make right, but I don't think that excuses this supposed adult woman's behavior.  I truly hope she has some redeeming qualities, because otherwise, she's sucking up oxygen that something useful like a toad could be using.  As it stands, I kind of hope she contracts Super Ebola.

20 comments:

  1. Wow! Not a good way to end a perfect day at the park!

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  2. Can we just send your Lyme disease to her?
    Ok, so the next time you run into this brand of crazy, (not that I wish this on you again) your reply could be "But now there's a ding so you don't have to stress over your car being perfect all the time. The appropriate response is Thank you!"

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    1. I wish I had thought of that answer at the time!

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  3. My best friend is an RCMP officer and she would have flipped over this. Like seriously...it was a fleck of paint. Why are people so bananas sometimes.
    I'm sorry you had to deal with that BS!

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    1. Okay, first of all, your bestie is a mounty? That's awesome! Second, if the term mounty is offensive in some way, you will have to forgive me as I am but poor country folk. Third, I really, truly felt like an idiot calling the police over this. I even apologized to the officer when he first showed up.

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  4. Wow. Just wow.

    On the bright side, if the woman is this hung up about a ding on her car, she's probably in line for an early grave as a result of massive heart attack. Seriously.

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    1. Is it bad that this makes me feel so much better?

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  5. Whoa - that woman sounds beyond crazy! Thank goodness the police came and were sane!

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    1. I know! If one more crazy person had shown up, the park may very well have imploded.

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  6. First off, I know this completely misses the point, but why is the GOOD park always on the OTHER side of town? No one ever lives near the good park. Second off, I hate that lady. Third off, if you have some Super Ebola I might need to borrow a smidge, because my kids are allowed to open their own car doors, too. If it helps, I was once told by my son's daycare manager when, at the age of 2, he got out of the building and was found in the parking lot, that I should discourage him from opening doors. Silly me!

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    1. We are clearly negligent parents. And you can absolutely borrow some Super Ebola. I can always make more.

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  7. Holy Crap! Seriously McCrazyPants

    I bet you can't wait for the day when they are 16 and actually wreck into a car instead of just dinging it..

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    1. Aw, man, I forgot that they're going to want to drive one day!

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  8. Wait !! I HAVE IT!

    This is your child's first brush with The Law. Not unlike this bitch-ass-farking-moron's first brush with a ding on her car.

    See? Now you can relax.

    However, I don't think the appropriate response is "Thank you," but rather, "Weren't you on the way to your psych eval?"

    --kate in MI

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  9. Hahaha, I probably should have requested a police escort for her so she would be sure not to miss her appointment!

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  10. Oh, man, I would pay to see what happened when they went to deal with the other lady. I bet she was a treat for the cops to deal with.

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    1. If I didn't think that it would have resulted in bodily harm, I definitely would have gone back to watch!

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  11. W.T.F????

    And kudos, my hat's off to you! You got the kids out of that horrible situation and took care of them while still behaving responsibly.

    If it makes you feel better, I once dented fenders with a woman while trying to pull out of a big mall zoo. She called 911 and I kid you not, the only thing missing was a SWAT team. She became hysterical, was hospitalized for 2 weeks, gave incorrect info to the authorities, and took my insurance co. for a ride because technically I was at fault. The kids behaved sooooooo much better that she, and I hope that Karma slaps her upside the head. Frequently.

    Dang, that Super Ebola idea is brilliant.

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