Ever find yourself infuriated by drivers who park in parent-and-child spaces – despite not having a baby or child with them at the time?
Yup, us too.
As was this UK mum – who had a not-so-pleasant encounter with a particularly rude driver who wrongly parked in a parent-and-child spot at her local supermarket.
The post isn’t a new one but unfortunately, this. continues to happen and so, we feel it’s a post that will resonate with many parents.
Kindly (and politely) pointing out his mistake, the mum, who runs the Make Mine A Double Facebook page, was met with several rude and flat out nasty comebacks – and subsequently lost it – in the most revenge-is-sweet way.
Sharing the below status to her Facebook page recently, the mum explains what happened – and why she saw red:
Here is what happened – in her own words:
“I lost my shit. Quite literally
So today’s visit to a Tesco store where Daddy (maintenance) was showing his Fire Engine to the public. A pleasant experience for all. We dropped off his lunch had a go at being the neee nooor driver and returned to the car.
When I got back to my car an oversized, too old to be a boy racer, pulled into the PARENT AND BABY space next to me as if it was a F1 Pitt stop. The break neck speed made me shit my pants a little. I thought maybe they were giving everything away for free in Tesco to warrant the urgency.
I politely gave my sweetest smile and said
“I’m sorry you may not have noticed but these are parent and baby spaces.”
“So”
” just it’s really tricky to get a space, sort a baby out, let alone two and get a DOUBLE trolley, especially when it’s about to rain.” I pointed at the sky
“not my problem love” retorted the bearded Hobbit
Maybe you could move to another space as there’s no more parent spaces left?”
“There will be when you leave, now Fuck off you fat bitch”
Pause. Ohhh how the conversation had turned. I had gone from polite to the burning fires of Hades in 5 words. I’ve not slept for 3 weeks. (I’m entering the irrational stage where I start writing here again to cope with life) what I really wanted to say to him was that I’ve been on a sodding diet for the last 10 days and nearly lost half a stone. Don’t you DARE call me a fat bitch! I’m a bloody starving, knackered mother of exhausting twins and you’ve just pushed me over the limit of was what my last iota of politeness. I would punch you in your fat spotty throat but I’ve been eating sodding mixed leaves all week so I haven’t the energy! Just move your twatmobile and be a slightly better human just for a hour today”
I tried to keep calm and replied.
“I hope you have kids and experience really really difficult day and a knob like you fucks you over one day.”
“Ohh fuck off and burn your bra somewhere else” as he waddled away into the store waving his middle finger at me
My Chavy Cardiff inner self exploded and I shouted across the car park … you know In that classy kind of way.
“You fucking ignorant twat!”
Now normally I wouldn’t have have lowered to this sort of public outburst but there are very special days when I’m extremely tired and hungry.
As I turned to the boys in the car there was an overwhelming smell. My heart sank. Then I decided to get even. I used my bad nappy for good. A little justice for all knackered parents who have been fucked over with similar twatty McTwat faces’ abusing these parking spaces and have had similar experiences.
Yes that’s right…. I did it!! I stuck my dirty nappy to his windscreen, securing it with his windscreen wiper.
I felt instantly better! I’m just sorry I didn’t have the time to hang round to see his reaction. I did receive affirmation from another woman who must have witnessed the incident
“Thats genius” as she walked off with a smile.
Pour me a massive double!
(Yes it’s possible all the firefighters may have witnessed my outburst… just the sort of behaviour the managers Wife should display! Sorry maintenance!)”
