Okay, I’m not going to blog about how crazy my kids are making me… I’m going to blog about how crazy a complete stranger almost made me.
I was blasting the car radio to “She wants it” (yeah, well – whatever – I like that song and I turn it up really loud, so no one will hear me singing off tune)
We pull into the parking lot at the HAPPY MEGA GROCERY, I turned off the car and
Ashton immediately asked: What won’t she say Mom?
I was like: Who what?
Ashton: The lady on the song. He says ‘she won’t say, she won’t say, I have to give it to her.’
I was just about to make up something about ‘her’ wanting to be a girl friend and him having to ‘give her ---‘ I don’t know? my mind didn’t fill in the blank. I may have been thinking something like ‘flowers’
But my thoughts were interrupted by Stranger Lady. She stood there in the parking lot, glaring at us giving us major grumpy look.
I gave her a look, like ‘What?’
She said, “Your music is really loud. And you had your child in the car with you.”
I just grabbed Ashton’s hand as we got close to her.
She said, “Are you trying to blow out your child’s ear drums?”
I so wanted to argue with her about music and ear drums and being obnoxious in public, but I got a better idea. I stopped right in front of her and answered Ashton’s question.
I bent down, looked him in the eye and…
I told him the truth. “In that song he doesn’t sing ‘she won’t say’ he sings ‘she wants it’ and he’s talking about sex. He thinks the girl wants sex with him. So when he sings ‘I’ve got to give it to her’ he means he’s got to have sex with her. At least that’s what I think he’s singing about. Sometimes people can hear the same song and think different things.”
I looked up for the woman and… she’d walked away. (Probably after the first time I said sex) Off to grump at someone else, I guess.
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