Classy Dame

September 3rd, 2008

So I’m slowly pulling out of a parking space at Staples when a silver 4×4 rounds the corner and flashes past without slowing. I pip the driver to sign my annoyance presence, and the car stops, window comes down and I get a foul tirade of abuse from the woman driving.

I got out of my car, walked over to her and she opens the door. I notice there are three kids aged around 10 in the car, and the conversation goes:

    Her: What the f-ck are you doing?  Piss off!
    Me : Hey, hey, calm down.
    Her: F-ck off! Who had right of way eh?
    Me : I did, I was pulling out bef-
    Her: F-ck off!  You wanna get some glasses!  P-ss off!

My sarcasm chooses that moment to kick in:

    Me : Do you kiss your kids with that mouth?
    Her: [ STUNNED SILENCE ]

It was one of those rare occasions where one says exactly the right thing at exactly the right time. She drove off with a face like thunder, and not a peep more was heard.