I have a shovel and an alibi.
The other day I had an eventful day at the store. Normally, I’m in and out, but this day had me there a little longer than desired.
The Mrs. and mini me were hanging out inside while I took the bags to the car. While returning back to the store, I hear a female voice yell out “Yo!” She was standing next to a car in the middle of the road in front of the store. I thought she was almost hit by the car so it made sense for her to be mad. Then she walked around to the driver side, flung open the door, and started throwing punches! I was about 25 yards away so I couldn’t see the driver through the windshield (I have bad eyes), but I knew the driver was getting handled. I’m not the one to get involved in other people’s drama, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to get out of hand either. So I yelled out “Aye stop!” It was a lazy yell, but I thought it would work; it didn’t.
So I started that slow jog over to the car, you know the jog when you don’t want to hurry but gotta show effort, and I hear a male’s voice scream out “Help!” That’s when I put a little more umph into my jog. Fortunately, another bystander got there before me and broke up the scuffle. The female was yelling “You married yo! You got a whole wife!” then started power walking towards the store. The beatened guy in the car drives up slow beside her, rolls the window down and says “I don’t think I did anything wrong.”
The lady flips out.
She yanks the door open again, screams “You were texting her on our anniversary”, grabs and tosses his phone in the street, and starts throwing more punches. So I grab her and tell her to keep walking and then I tell the dude to leave. As I’m holding back the lady, I turn and see 2 toddler aged kids in the back seat. Now I’m more worried because there are children in the mix. The guy gets out of his car to get his phone, thanks me and the other bystander for helping and drives off. The lady also goes to her car and I assume she leaves.
So all of this goes on, I’m telling my wife what happened, and all I can think about is how can I raise mini me and prevent her from going through an episode like that? The truth is, I probably can’t. I can raise my daughter right, teach her everything I know about life, relationships, love, work, sports, yada yada yada, but in the end there will guys who try to pull a fast one just because. Part of my daddy duties is to teach her how to recognize game. Another part of my duties is to have a shovel and an alibi. (Dads understand). We’ll continue to raise mini me the best way we know how and hopefully the things we teach her will allow her to avoid parking lot situations.