WTF: Do Not Throw Stuff At My Car!

I was driving down the street on Monday alone, rocking out to my music, it was a rare occasion when I did not have the boys and I was running a few pre-Christmas errands.

Out of the corner of my eye, on my side of the street, I saw a group of four young teenagers. One of them wound his arm back and chucked something right at my car. It splattered all over the left side with a deafening thwack that was very shocking.

What ran through my head: Oh no, they did not just do that!

I pulled the car over and stomped out of it towards them. The boy who threw the object, which I initially thought was an egg but turned out to be an orange or something, ran like a bat out of hell at the sight of me. I don't think I am necessarily scary but, I was taller than them, an adult, and I am sure he could see the anger I was exuding.

Though the guiltiest party took off, the other three, who turned out to be two boys and a very masculine looking girl, stood their ground at the bus stop.

When I walked up, I reprimanded them all for doing something so stupid and dangerous. Two of them were stunned and could do nothing more than look at the ground but, the tallest boy pulled some total attitude with me and said he did not know what my problem was; he tried to tell me the object must have come from somewhere else.

I have to admit this really pissed me off. Not only was he denying that his friend had thrown something at my car, he was actually giving me attitude.

WTF!!

I looked him right in the face and told him that I was not an idiot, that I knew where the object came from. I told him that he would have to learn that when he messed up (I will admit, I did not use the word messed up but, we are going with a toned down version here) rather than stand there and try to deny it, he should look the person in the face and say: I messed up and I am sorry Ma'am. It won't happen again.

I hate being called Ma'am. But, in that moment I wanted that little shit punk to call me Ma'am. He still had his arms crossed and his tone was laced with conceit but, he did look me in the eye and say the above line like I told him to.

As if he gives a crap but, I told him I had two young boys at home and if they did such stupid things, I would be ashamed. I stalked back to my car knowing that my efforts would likely amount to nothing; they were probably laughing about it for the rest of the day.

As I drove away I thought about my two boys. I know for a fact, they will do so many stupid things in the future that I will likely be ashamed of them for. I just hope that I teach them the importance of respect and humility; I hope they have the balls to look someone in the face and apologize when they mess up.

WTF, those kids are lucky they did not throw that orange at a man driving by. Somehow I doubt a man would have been happy with just a half-assed and coerced apology.