TheBanyanTree: Monday Adventure, or: Don't Mess With The Marine

[Pam North]

OOH-friggin-RAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Semper Fi!!


On 2/28/06, NancyIee at aol.com <NancyIee at aol.com> wrote:
>
> My friend is a woman of a certain age, her hair flecked with grey, her
> eyes
> bright with wisdom and kindness, her step slowed by a variety of health
> problems. Children adore her, and adults are drawn to her sparkle and
> compassion. She
> makes friends in seconds, and is one of those people others remember all
> their lives. Everywhere she goes, people greet her like a favorite aunt,
> with hugs
> and joy and happy reunion.
>
> Well, my friend was going shopping this Monday, then to the doctor. Quick
> stops at Walmart and the Dollar Store before her appointment. She carried
> her
> purchases to her van and, was getting ready to leave when she witnessed
> another
> driver maneuvering through the parking lot. The man's red van cut a
> corner, and
> crunched the taillight off a parked, brand new, PT Cruiser. In amazement,
> my
> friend watched as the van continued on its erratic path, continuing to
> completely go around the Cruiser, scraping the opposite side as well.
>
> The man stopped, got out, walked slowly around his van to examine the
> damage.
> There was little. My friend stood, open-mouthed, as the man shrugged, got
> back into his vehicle, and prepared to leave the scene.
>
> My friend, in her van by that time, and about to head to her appointment,
> drove forward and blocked the man's escape,wedging him between her van and
> a
> delivery truck.. Naturally, he became upset to find his way blocked.
>
> What are you doing?" he shouted from his vehicle. "You're in my way."
>
> "You were going to leave, Sir," my friend called back.  "You hit that
> car."
>
> "Well, there isn't any damage."
>
> :"Not to your van, maybe, but look at that other car, Sir. You really
> messed
> it up. See? There's glass and plastic all over the parking lot. If someone
> had
> messed up my car like that, I'd want to know who did it. Running away
> doesn't
> seem very Christian or homorable."
>
> "Well, you're just a busy-body-bitch and this is none of your affair."
>
> "It is, now." My friend stubbornly replied.
>
> By then, the man was out of his vehicle. My friend closed her window and
> locked the doors. The man shouted at her, pounding her van with his fists.
> My
> friend called the police on her cell phone, holding the phone to the
> window so
> that the dispatcher could hear the irate and verbally abusive man as he
> continued
> his tirade.
>
> Two patrol cars arrived shortly.
>
> "I was going to go into Walmart to report the accident and find the people
> who own the other car," the man told the police. "But, this busy-body
> blocked me
> in."
>
> Meanwhile, my friend, seeing that the way was blocked to other traffic as
> well, got out of her vehicle and was directing traffic. My friend is a bit
> over
> five feet tall, and looks like an angelic, grandmotherly latino. A lot of
> people assume she's a pushover, at first glance.
>
> "He wasn't going into Walmart," my friend said to the police. "The other
> car
> is way over there. He was leaving."
>
> The man managed to put both feet firmly into his mouth  as his temper got
> the
> best of him. The police took over, and, when my friend said she was late
> for
> her doctor appointment, said she could leave.
>
> My friend got into her van with one parting shot at the man, as he stood
> in
> deep do-do.  "I was in the Marines ten years," she said to him. "I didn't
> take
> any crap then, I don't take any now."
>
> And, she drove away.
>
>
>
> NancyLee
>