I’m teaching our girls to not put with cr*p, being at a loss to call it anything else. Oldest daughter has written ‘be heard’ on her wrist as a reminder. Don’t want little feminists running around, but I do want our girls to feel empowered. To be strong, both in the Lord and in themselves.
So, in keeping with that theme, oldest daughter and I ran an errand last night and I bought us chocolatey chip frapps as a treat. I was driving us around while we drank them (in her car because it was parked behind my van in the driveway) in a neighborhood some of my friends used to live in. A nice neighborhood. Well, we’d been driving around about 5 minutes or so and I noticed a car following us. Every turn we’d make, they’d make. I got to a stop sign and they got close enough I could tell it was an older couple. Well, older in terms of being a bit older than me. Figured it was a coincidence them following, but then I put on my blinker and they did the same. And then I’d change my blinker and they’d follow suit.
By this time I’m getting a bit antsy. My heart was beating so fast. We were getting to 10 minutes of this nonsense. I turned into a parking lot nearby with lots of cars and a couple of restaurants. Lots of foot traffic. Stopped the car (left it running) and they pulled up behind us. Both of them got out, the woman in the passenger’s seat looking hacked off. I lowered my window just a couple of inches (doors already locked) and the man came up beside my door, like a cop, sort of back, and once he got a look at my face he looked shocked and said they were looking for an old woman. I said with as much anger as I could muster the first words that came to mind, “Don’t you EVER do that again.” He sputters and begins apologizing and I raised my window on his words. Took off. Didn’t give a rip as to his excuses. Our daughter said it was surprising (as she was laughing) that I didn’t run over his feet. I was so mad. Furious.
Okay, make excuses for him, because that’s what folks do. We’re not allowed to get in people’s faces. Our daughter’s car has a Snoopy sticker in the back window, identifying it as a bit different. Old woman my a**. And these folks came out of the blue. Suddenly following us. Wrong is wrong. And even now, I’m so angry. To make me, as a woman, feel threatened, even if you’re making a mistake.
They could’ve been looking for an easy target (that’s happened to my mom with her car), maybe telling me there was a problem with the car, getting me to open the door. Anything is possible. Or maybe they were just plain stupid. Or looking for Grandma with a Snoopy sticker on her back window. Which I doubt.
I don’t fall for the excuses anymore. And didn’t believe a word of what he said. What I think was that they were looking to hit on someone. I just didn’t look so easy. I can make mad look pretty darn good.