But you should have seen what I did to the kid who cut in line...

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

During our recent trip to Florida, the father of Emily’s best friend made a funny observation about me.

Apparently - I can be a little combative.

As we were walking into Universal Studios, it was discovered that the ticket machine had spit out two child tickets and one adult ticket. Now, we had been in the same park a couple of days before ON THE VERY SAME PASSES with no problem.

Until we met the Gatekeeper. She was bound and determined that I was not getting through the gates with this faulty ticket. My daughter was leaping and bounding by her best friend. An adult had to be directed back to the guest services. All right. Terrance would take both tickets back and I would accompany Emily into the Park – seeing as we had a valid adult ticket – and a valid child’s ticket.

Not so much. The Gatekeeper began insisting that I couldn’t be in the park without carrying my ticket around with me.

According to the other father, there was a transformation that overcame me. He feared for the Gatekeeper. I looked mean. I looked like I was about to open a whole six-pack of whoop ass on the Gatekeeper.

Instead, my husband grabbed me and dragged me over to guest services to exchange the tickets while Emily waited with the other family.

When we got through the gates (AND we were stopped again, since one ticket had already been processed for the day and we were clearly trying to sneak Back into the park), the father said, “Wow. You looked like you were going to kick that woman’s ass.”

At first, I had no idea of what he was speaking. I looked at him quizzically. “You aren’t someone that I would want to piss off – but you know, she was just doing her job.”

“OH!” I began to laugh. “I wasn’t even that upset – I just wanted to know Why and she wasn’t giving me a good enough answer.”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t get in your way.”

Apparently, I am a bad mamma-jamma.

16 Baleful Regards:

TB said...

Hooray! Me too! I'm little, but I'm feisty and I don't stand for no bullshit.
The only bad part is when Jeff is with me and he feels like he has to step in when I'm in a confrontation with someone. I always tell him I can take care of it myself. I mean, I only throw down when I know I'm in the right, so it's all good. And it never comes to blows. My words are my weapon.

sweatpantsmom said...

My husband says the same thing about me. Apparently I react a little too strongly when the waitress tries to overcharge us for our chicken wings or the guy at Target snorts when I ask him where the vacuum bags are.

Hey, somebody's got to kick ass. Sistahs are doin' it for themsselves! (Sorry.)

oshee said...

I can get just like that. If someone is going to be unreasonable, they better at least have a good reason for it. Makes me think of an accident we had a Walmart. Ugh. I sense a post coming on.

Anyway, my husband also feels the need to step in. I guess he is afraid of how mean I can get when faced with an idiot. I wish he wouldn't tho, because it seems to say I am out of control or being unreasonable, neither of which are true!

great post

roo said...

I would love to see you open a can of whoop-ass on some deserving schmuck.

C.ELLA said...

I do not suffer arrogant fools well either.

madge said...

Weirdly, this does not surprise me. I kind of wish you HAD opened the ol' whoops ass can.

This has been one positive of moving out of the NYC area: Less Inept Service People. My blood pressure has been better than ever.

Jess said...

Of course you are.

Andrea said...

I was kinda hoping to hear you did open the six-pack of whoop ass also. But I have to remember what's good for the blog isn't always good for the child to see. I prefer to look at it that I'm feisty and self-assured, but my husband just says I'm unstable. Truth be told, it's probably a little of both! Ha!

Anonymous said...

One thing that make this so much funnier - the best friend's dad is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a new agey kind of guy. As for looking like someone is going to get whooped - he does that well himself, and recognized a fellow master.

mothergoosemouse said...

I've been told the same thing - that I appear to be getting more riled up than I actually am. I'm just looking for an answer, that's all. And I'm not particularly patient when people don't listen.

Meg said...

I'd be pretty ticked too. But I'm the kind that internalizes everything until one day I'm found in a sobbing heap. I think your way is better.

Diana said...

All of my hubby's friends say that about/to me. I've never noticed that i get 'worked up' but I do defend myself/family when the need arises. And I don't take well to people talking down to me...
I would have loved it if you opened the can of whoop-ass on her...

lildb said...

I wouldn't expect anything less, lady.

Elizabeth said...

Oh yeah, sometimes you gotta get tough with ticket-counter people. And Customer Service Representatives who say their name is "Kevin", or "Shawn", when you know damn well your call got routed to Bangalore India. Kevin, my ASS. *Ahem*

Anyway, I'm also excellent at confronting telemarketers. Do NOT call me at 5:30 p.m. on Mother's Day to ask if I would like to "take care of" my VISA payment. 'Cause I will put the fear of GOD into you!

Izzy said...

The huz has said the same thing about me.

Apparently I am very scary...

Who knew?

Nancy said...

I am patient and kind and forgiving until you cross me, lie to me, or just treat me like shit. Then, you DO NOT want to mess with me. I am not so much mean as ready to verbally cut you down and make you feel like the littlest, dumbest organism in the universe.

(not "you" you, of course, dear Dawn)

 
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