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I had this lovely experience today!
I was driving through the parking lot at school, listening to The Beatles and waiting in the line of cars. This kid (I don't know him, or his friends) walks out in front of me, and is looking towards the baseball field, acting as if I'm not even there. I wait a couple of seconds to see if he was going to move, either by walking forward or going across. I rhetorically yelled "What are ya doin'?" and he looked at me, and said something - but I couldn't hear him, and I am not a master lip reader. There was enough room for me to go around him - so I did.
The next thing I know, the guy, named Kim, turns around and kicks my freaking car. I mean KICKS it. So I roll down my window, and ask him what the Hell he's doing.. and he runs behind his friends' car while the bunch of them laugh. So I pull up a little and park. I get Karen, the main narc lady and tell her what happens. She comes with me, and the guy and his friends are acting like morons. First Kim denied it, but finally admitted that he kicked... my hubcap. That was stupid for a few reasons. One, I was still moving when he kicked it - and his foot didn't look ripped off to me. Two, my car is made of tin and when it happened, I could HEAR the tin being hit (my girls have thrown balls at my car and stuff and it made the same sound). Three, Karen said that he is most likely full of ginormous crap and he probably did hit my car. I submitted an incident form, and when I left - he was supposed to be meeting with somebody for disciplinary actions or something. There is much more to this story, but I don't want him to know any of the other stuff that's going to hit him...
I just do not understand what kind of rationale people like this have. I do not even know this guy, absolutely NONE of his friends (who decided they would emotionally attack me by making fun of my car and my hair). I am not even concerned about any of the damage. I was more concerned that he could have hurt himself, and slipped or something - and I could have ran him over. But he is the silly, silly little boy that chose to do such a silly little thing.
I was driving through the parking lot at school, listening to The Beatles and waiting in the line of cars. This kid (I don't know him, or his friends) walks out in front of me, and is looking towards the baseball field, acting as if I'm not even there. I wait a couple of seconds to see if he was going to move, either by walking forward or going across. I rhetorically yelled "What are ya doin'?" and he looked at me, and said something - but I couldn't hear him, and I am not a master lip reader. There was enough room for me to go around him - so I did.
The next thing I know, the guy, named Kim, turns around and kicks my freaking car. I mean KICKS it. So I roll down my window, and ask him what the Hell he's doing.. and he runs behind his friends' car while the bunch of them laugh. So I pull up a little and park. I get Karen, the main narc lady and tell her what happens. She comes with me, and the guy and his friends are acting like morons. First Kim denied it, but finally admitted that he kicked... my hubcap. That was stupid for a few reasons. One, I was still moving when he kicked it - and his foot didn't look ripped off to me. Two, my car is made of tin and when it happened, I could HEAR the tin being hit (my girls have thrown balls at my car and stuff and it made the same sound). Three, Karen said that he is most likely full of ginormous crap and he probably did hit my car. I submitted an incident form, and when I left - he was supposed to be meeting with somebody for disciplinary actions or something. There is much more to this story, but I don't want him to know any of the other stuff that's going to hit him...
I just do not understand what kind of rationale people like this have. I do not even know this guy, absolutely NONE of his friends (who decided they would emotionally attack me by making fun of my car and my hair). I am not even concerned about any of the damage. I was more concerned that he could have hurt himself, and slipped or something - and I could have ran him over. But he is the silly, silly little boy that chose to do such a silly little thing.