Impatient Butt-Face
Lately, Krislynn has been living up to her middle-name more than ever. Little Miss Night.
After putting her to rest around ten-this-evening, she awoke about 1a.m. So we decided to walk her and the dogs to the park.
On the way home, we have to cross a major intersection. The streets here are rather dead by midnight on a weekday. Still, there are those lone riders. Patiently still, we wait for the green to cross the street. We’ve experienced drivers not waiting for the right-away pedestrians to cross many-a-time.
Two in the morning. A man in a red vehicle speeds up to the left turn lane, as we’re crossing the street. He doesn’t wait, but rushes on in front of us.
I am a Mother-Bear. My cub is my pride and joy. I don’t respect those who disrespect her precious life. So I voiced this with, “Impatient Butt-Face!”
Yes… I bear great maturity. I was much inclined to laugh. Even more so when the man driving stopped his car. As if he was contemplating an argument in the matter.
All the while, my husband sporting his Jester hat, holding his daughter’s hand.
July 16th, 2008 at 3:53 am
Don’t forget to add also; that I too copied you and yelled.
“That’s right- Impatient Butt-Face!”