Do you know what I really hate? Snobby people. People that think their shit doesn't stink. People that look down their nose at others. Biotches that talk your ear off one minute and completely snub you the next.
What am I in frackin' high school?! Puuuuulease.
Yes, girlfriend, I'm talking to you! The one that so happens to have a daughter in R.'s Pre-K class and a son in T.'s Kindergarten class. And guess who my kiddies are playing with every day?
Listen Mrs.-I-Don't-Even-Know-What-Your-Name-IS, I thought you were nice. I thought we could be friendly. I'm a very friendly person. I can be quiet, sometimes shy, but I always offer everyone in my path a smile.
Every afternoon we engage in small talk, as we sit outside the school building on that hard, stone wall, waiting for our girls to be dismissed. Yesterday we laughed as our daughter's walked like crabs in the hallway. It was a skill they learned together in gym class last week.
Tonight was Open House. We had to sit in our child's seat during the teacher's presentation. (You should have seen me getting my fat tush in that itty bitty chair. SNORT!)
T.'s seat is right next to your son's. I sat, hoping not to break the chair, and said, "Wow, our boys are in the same class too!"
You looked at me and then looked away.
Oh no she diin't!
You sat next to me the entire thirty minutes. Right.Next.To.Me. And did not say a word. Not.One.Word!
I should have fallen on her when I was trying to get out of my chair. That would have taught her a lesson!
Who the heck does she think she is? I'm a veteran at this school! Her oldest is in Kindergarten, she's too wet behind the ears to be pulling that crap! She doesn't know who she's dealing with. I KNOW PEOPLE! Heh.
Anyway, that felt good. Tomorrow? I won't save her a spot on the wall.