Boy, this thread reminds me of lots of good times.
Jess is about 4 or 5 and she and I are pulling in to a parking space at the store. Little red Beamer comes flying into the parking space I’m already halfway in. I slam on the brakes and yell, “ASSHOLE!!”. (my standard response). I back up, mr. hotshot pulls the rest of the way in and I park a couple spaces over.
Jess and I are walking toward the store entry and I see the Beamer dude headed the same way. Shades, slick hair, strutt’n his stuff, Mr. Cool.
As we all 3 get to the front door Jess looks up at me, points at the guy and says, “Dad, is that the asshole??”. He gives me this weird look and walks through the door. I started lauging so damn hard I almost had a stroke.
Nothing beats the honesty of kids.
Jimbob