You woke my cat!

I live in a little neighborhood around a cul-de-sac. We're all pretty friendly - at least I've made an effort to be after the break-in and all. But there was this ONE bitch (who has since moved OUT of the neighborhood) that was a real pain in the ass.

My father decides to head home for lunch one day.

As he's leaving, driving out of the neighborhood, notorious CONE LADY (psycho soccer mom with cones everywhere so her kids can play in the street who left some ANONYMOUS LETTERS in mailboxes - apparently only in our box and the Russian neighbors next door) POPS OUT and starts screaming at my father.

My father, let me tell you, is NOT a very nice man. ^_^

He immediately stops the car as shes screaming at him passing by. Slams into reverse, unrolls the window, and with his finger beckons her towards the truck. She does as she's told like a good bitch.

The exchange got pretty heated, apparently. He said she was trying to make retarded excuses.

Dad: "I've had children. I've raised my children. I have never HIT any children. While its MY responsibility to watch for children in the neighborhood, its YOUR responsibility to MAKE SURE YOUR KIDS DON'T PLAY IN THE STREET. I recommend you go back inside and watch your soaps and I will go about my business. No one has done you any wrong."
Lady: I don't know what she said, but it was along the lines of calling the police he said.
Dad: I do not have time to sit here and argue with you all day lady. I will go about my business, and you will go about yours.

I love soccer moms who think that just because they're in the PTA, they have some say about how TRAFFIC is run.

Jam it back in, in the dark.