One morning last month, I took the two little clowns to the eye doctor. Thankfully, both children behaved (for the most part) and cooperated with the doctor.
On the way back from the eye doctor's office, I accidentally bumped into the car in front of me. I was going all of about 2.5 miles an hour, if that, when the kids told me to look at something. Misjudging the distance between the car in front of me and the EFMommyvan, I looked away and very slowly rolled to the tapping point.
This little old lady in the car in front of me throws her hands up in the air, puts her car in park and gets out. I parked the EFMommyvan, and got out already apologizing and thinking "oh crap!! I'll be late to work, how fun with the kids in the car!!"
Me: I'm so sor--
OL: What's wrong with you?! What's your problem?! If you're going to stop, STOP! *checking her rear bumper*
Me: I'm very sorry. There d--
OL: What's wrong with you?! *getting back in her car* JERK!!
Me: Have a nice day. *getting back in my car*
And don't you know my kids were VERY interested in discussing her.
Clowns: "Mommy? Why did she call you a jerk? You're not a jerk. She's a jerk. That wasn't very nice."
Me: "We don't call people names."
I told the kids it was my fault, I should have paid attention to where I was going, and she had a right to be mad at me.
Wouldn't you know, the light changes and we end up sitting next to her at the traffic light. I didn't look at the woman. Instead, I kept one eye on the traffic signal, and was talking to the kids about the lady. "She had a right to be mad at me, but she didn't have to say that. It doesn't matter what she says to me, or thinks of me. She must be having a bad day."
Then, Sweet Pea says "Mommy, she just put her middle finger up at me... why did she do that?"
"She did WHAT?"
And with that, the light changed again and she drove away with her incredibly bad mood.