Thursday, April 28, 2011
A Fried Green Tomatoes Moment
Every now and then I have a "TAWANDA" moment. Today, I had one of those moments. I drove into the parking lot at the supermarket. I had my list on the seat beside me, along with the weekly ad. I was ready to do my shopping, add up my savings, and get on with my day. Everything was good.
Then it happened, a car was headed straight at me. I stopped, wondered if I had inadvertently gone the wrong direction down the aisle. I looked at all the parked cars. They were pointed in the same direction I was going. I hadn't made a mistake. I looked at the driver in the oncoming car. She was young, she was determined, and she was waving to me to back up. Oh Hell NO! I summoned all the self-righteousness in me, and stood my ground. After all, I had the right of way. So we began our stand-off. I quickly ascertained that my doors were locked. Let's get real, she was in her 20's, I'm over 50, the girl could definitely kick my behind. I hung on to the video recall flashing through my addled brain, Kathy Bates delivering the line "I'm older and I have more insurance!". I was going to stay put. I figured, I wasn't on my lunch break, heck I don't have a job, I had all day to sit there. I glanced at the digital clock on my dash, three minutes had elapsed. I could see the young girl insulting my pedigree. That was fine, today I was TAWANDA! Okay, I was a sweating, kind of scared Tawanda, but I was hanging in there. Finally, as the clock ticked off another minute, she made a hand gesture that was not a sign of approval. Mouthed something that looked like the word "witch" and backed her car up.
I let the smirk creep across my lips. I had won! That would teach her to disrespect her elders. I wondered if she kissed her mother with that mouth? I was psyched, I was elated, I was a big chicken and sat in the car for a good ten minutes. After all, I needed to be sure she had left the parking lot.
I think it will be a while before I let Tawanda rear her head again. It was exhausting
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