Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm an old biddy
Ever wanted to slap someone because they just plain old irritated you? Oh, who am I kidding, I feel like this at least once a week.
We traveled 4 hours from home for Twin #2's soccer tournament. All in all, a good weekend. I enjoy the other parents, and the girls played well.
The standard low-end hotel where we stayed was packed to the ceilings with other soccer teams, baseball teams, and some wrestlers. Every single high school sport in the midwest must have been having tournaments. I was worried how this would play out at the free breakfast area, which was about the size of my laundry room.
First off, I HATE the free breakfasts at hotels. OK, yes they are "free", but not really or they wouldn't charge me $95 per night. Did I mention I'm trailer trash and $95 is a lot of moola to me? Anyway, for trailer trash I've managed to become rather snobbish about food and coffee. And dishes - I just ABHOR styrofoam, coffee mate, gross mini cupcakes, and those infernal malted waffle machines. I found the image above by typing "crappy hotel breakfast" in an image search. And we didn't get fresh fruit.
And as predicted, the room was completely packed with all the other tired athletic parents and their creepy kids. This included several Dad's in barefeet - BARE FEET I tell you! And pjs, and sloppy t-shirts, and bed head. Doesn't the word PUBLIC mean anything anymore? And all the over-pleasing Moms still wearing their mall bangs and perms from the 80's waiting hand and foot on junior Mr. Baseball because he can't possibly get his own milk from a milk machine.
But one kid was ripe for a slapping. He looked to be about 16 and stood up, shirtless, stuffing his mouth with donuts, and going on and on about something boring but every other word from his big mouth was "a$$hole" or "#hit". Shirtless, yelling, and swearing in a small room full of families and little kids. The adults around him were just smiling and tolerating his rude ass.
I was so ready to walk over, shake my old lady finger at him, and tell him his behavior was disgraceful, and that he needs to put on a shirt and watch his language in public. I typed "ugly shirtless teenage boy" in an image search, but nothing conveyed the horror of this overgrown kid.
AND the coffee was horrible.
So tell me, should I have opened a can of old-biddy whoop ass on him??