I CURRENTLY HAVE A KID.Every few weeks I allow one of my nieces or nephews to come stay at my house alone for the weekend. The activities include a random secret trip to one of their favorite places, eating copious amounts of junk food and disregarding any rules set for them by their parents.

Yea. Aunts rock.

So today I had Kaitlyn, my fifteen year old niece staying with me. We had to stop at my bank for a minute and the line was a joke, so we blared our music and most likely annoyed everyone else in line. There were two lanes open, but everyone was being courteous and allowing the first person in line to take the next available lane (rather than forming two lanes).

Eventually I was able to pull up to the window and send the bank teller my details. It was at that moment that we heard a very angry honk. I glanced around and the guy behind me was revving his engine at another car, completely furious. It wasn’t hard to see that he’d been cut off, and he was pissed.

“Hey! I was in line! You’re not supposed to do that!” he jabbed his hand out the window.

“Whatever, get over it buddy,” was the blonde’s retort.

“Learn how to get wait, you’re supposed to wait!” he whined.

“Get over it,” she coolly replied. I started to notice that the bank tellers had forgotten their objectives in leau of what was transpiring behind me. “You got a problem?” the blond raised her eyebrows at him when he wouldn’t stop yelling.

“Yea actually, I DO” he snarled. He’d had it. He cut the engine, slammed the door and walked past my car, heading towards her.

Now, I had an advantage from my viewpoint that this guy didn’t know about. I knew that the lady in a car had a husband, and he wasn’t happy about the situation either.

“Hey calm down. You wanna take this somewhere bud?” The husband poked his head out over his wife’s window.

I had a hard time not laughing watching the guy stop dead in his tracks by my car.

“You wanna go?” he tried to play it cool.  Oooh, so easy to talk tough when you’re hiding behind a beat up Camry for protection, isn’t it? Katie and I were really starting to enjoy our front row seats to the best show in town! I kept waiting for someone to sell popcorn.

“I’m so sorry about this,” my bank teller whispered to me over the intercom.

“Oh no, it’s fine!” I chirped. All eyes turned back to the drama. The chicken guy backed down slowly towards his car, and went and scowled behind me until it was his turn.

Let’s just say I took a little extra time putting my money away. . . and arranging my seatbelt. . .and choosing a song on my iPod.

I also think something’s wrong with my car. It has I-Hate-Mean-Idiots-Idus, and it only let me drive away at 1mph. Weird.