I think I've mentioned a time or two that my boys' mop tops are, well, mop tops. Their hair has gotten so long, and while cute, it's certainly well past time to get it cut.
So today I decided it was time to head out to our friendly neighborhood children's hair salon. Okay, that "friendly" is a stretch, as it's actually a vaguely disturbing, slightly annoying chain of children's hair salons that I go to only because they're extremely accepting of children who have a HUGE melt down starting the minute they walk through the door. Geez, I need a stiff drink on these hair cut days!
Anyway, I got to the hair salon and got the boys out of the car. We were walking along the sidewalk, and I'll admit, not going super-fast as N-man especially likes to admire every stick, weed, or speck of dirt he sees. I hear another mom coming up behind me as we near the door to the salon, and wouldn't you know, she pushed right by us, practically ran to the door, and went in right before me. In order to do this, she had to leave her two children behind! She was carrying the youngest, who was probably 18 months old, and the two others were yelling, "Mommy, wait for us!" She ignored them. They were probably about 4 and 6 years old, so while not super young, not old enough (in my opinion) to walk unattended in a busy parking lot, even if it was on the sidewalk. And clearly they were distressed at being left behind by their mother.
All that to beat me into the hair salon?
I couldn't believe it. My jaw was hanging open as I opened the door (which I held for her kids and waited for them to make it in. I didn't want her kids to get hurt or more disturbed by her behavior!) And I saw the most beautiful sight: the store was MOBBED. I mean, so crowded there was absolutely no place to sit down. I counted 12 kids waiting, and there were only two hairdressers working. That means it was, at the very least, an hour wait for this woman.
That's what you pushed in front of me for? That's what you were so ill-mannered toward me and my kids and unfeeling toward your own children for? That's what you were such a poor role model for? Ha! I didn't even need to get my kids' hair cut today. It was only a slight problem for me, as I had to go across the street anyway to get my watch fixed. So it wasn't even a wasted trip for me, even though we didn't get hair cuts. I just left, but not before I laughed triumphantly.
That's what you get, babe. I call it karma. I hope you enjoyed your 1 hour wait, crazy mean mom.
The Balance by Neal Wooten
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Canus is a land in which three races of man live in precarious balance with
one another. The Fathers of the city in the sky, the Scavs (who call
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5 comments:
Ummmm, that was me!
No, kidding!
No really, I don't have a 4 and 6 year old.
I just know how you feel b/c stuff like that happens to me and I just am dumbfounded by these mothers!
Geesh!
LOL! Definite karma. Seriously - what possesses people to do such things?? Sheesh.
love it! and i'm sure she hated the whole experience! sometimes it's best to chalk it up to a learning experience...and get ice cream!
Oooooh! Some people!!
People are crazy!
We solved the haircut meltdowns by giving them lollipops after they get their hair cut. They haven't cried since!
(found your blog through Goddess in Progress)
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