I should have known how this day would end when at lunch I accidentally knocked the container of salsa out of the fridge, and it burst sending salsa flying all over the place (including between my toes…blech!). Luckily, I was not wearing my brand new cute shoes…that I had just taken a picture of…and that were going to be the subject of this post… oy. I still have to include the picture…aren’t they cute?!?!?
So, after dinner, we thought we would go and take part in Baskin Robbins 31 cent scoop night. The whole family could each get a scoop of ice cream for less than $2 total! Can’t beat that!! Of course we get there and parking is a hassle. No worries…there’s ice cream! We walk up to the end of the line and are standing there for less than a minute when the woman in front of me starts speaking to me. She said, “Not to frustrate you, but there are going to be a bunch of soccer players coming to stand in line with me. They’re parking right now.” Huh? WTH?? You’re saving a place in line for a soccer team and their parents? So, I just look at her and look away. Trying not to say anything that would keep us from our ice cream. And then Tyler asks, “Huh? What? There’s a soccer team coming? Where?” and I told him to just chill, of course there was an edge in my voice, but whatever. Then, this woman starts trying to justify that they are just parking and that the team wants to eat their ice cream together and then she says “well, you obviously need the ice cream so bad, you can just get in front of us.” OH MY WORD! I have not even said anything back to her at all! Then a man walks up (with one of the soccer players who looks to be about 3 or 4 years old) and asks what is going on and she is explaining that we have wronged her in some way and that she offered to let us in front of her. At that point Wade stepped up and said that she didn’t need to be escalating the situation. And the woman told him that he needed to back off and not come at her like that. I pulled Wade back a little and continued to ignore her barking at me to “Just get in front of us.” (I knew that even if we got in front of them, we would continue to hear about how we ‘needed’ the ice cream so bad that we just *had* to be in front of them, so there was no way I was about to do that.) At that point Wade said we needed to go. He couldn’t stand there any longer, and definitely couldn’t enjoy ice cream after all of that. Ugh. That’s my little tale of woe. What would you have done? What was the right thing to do? Of course I won’t be able to read your responses until Monday, but I just had to get that off my chest so I can enjoy Top Chef tonight. I hope you all are having a better day than me! *wink*
I think you did the right thing to leave the situation. But, as you left — you should have told the b—h where to stick her cone! 😉
Hmmmm…. Hard to know WHAT to do when someone is that rude and narcissistic. Clearly, though, she knew on some level that what she was doing wasn’t right– otherwise she wouldn’t have kept squawking about it.
How about, when she said you should just get in front of her, “That would be a very nice offer, if it was made from a place of kindness instead of hostility. Thank you, no.”
I was just telling someone else this: I feel that it’s always best to take the high road. plus, think what you were modeling for your kids. would you have wanted them to see you ‘take her down’? aren’t we all trying to teach our kids diplomacy and peace?
although the idea of stuffing one of those pink spoons up her nose does sound adequate too.
This brings to mind a story>
At the local Baskin Robbins a soccer mom is in line and it’s her turn to order.
I need the following, 1 scoop of vanilla, 1 scoop of strawberry & 1 scoop of chocolate.
The courteous employee states, “I’m sorry ma’am we have no chocolate.”
Soccer mom: “Oh, well let me have a pint of vanilla, a pint of strawberry & a pint of chocolate.”
Courteous employee: “Ma’am I sorry, we are currently out of chocolate.”
Soccer mom: “Okay, then I’ll take a quart of vanilla, a quart of strawberry and a quart of chocolate.”
Courteous emloyee (somewhat annoyed): “Ma’am please spell “Van” as in Vanilla.”
Soccer mom: “V-A-N”
Courteous employee: “Now spell “Straw” as in Strawberry.”
Soccer mom: “S-T-R-A-W”
Courteous employee: “Now spell “F**K”
Soccer Mom: “There’s no F**k in Chocolate!”
Courteous employee: “B*T*H! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”
Moral: No matter how courteous you are sometimes you still can’t tell a soccer mom ANYTHING!
All I can do is laugh at everyone else’s posts. Too funny! I probably would have left too. But sometimes you just wish you could say what you really wanted to say…..without the police being called! 🙂
Okay, so leaving was the right thing to do, however it is awfully hard not to want to look her in the eyes and say “I have said nothing to you. In case you did not notice you have been doing all of the talking. If you have a problem it is obviously with yourself. Good luck with that.” then I would have walked away. Personality disorder… I always want to get in the last word.
obviously she was feeling guilty.