Justifiable Cause

My car’s been in the shop.  If you think I sound perfunctory and maybe a little bitter, you’d be right.  I hate feeling trapped – at work, at home, wherever. 

My Honey drove us all to our respective destinations this morning and, when we got to Sassy’s school, I hopped out to walk her to her 1st grade class room.  When I climbed back in the truck, My Honey was distressed.  Apparently, an older kid, one of the middle schoolers most likely, had a lit from the passenger seat of the car that dropped her off and immediately hustled away from the parking lot.   Her mother stepped out from behind the steering wheel, and in front of everyone, proceeded to vigorously wave goodbye and yell how much she loved her daughter.  That alone would be embarrassing, but apparently, the mother was wearing what he described as “full on pajamas, a robe and everything.”  He related that the poor child never looked up but rather ran faster from the car.  He was appalled on her behalf.

My take on the situation?  I suspect someone was obnoxious at the grocery store last night.