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Just a Hot Mess

Today I ventured into the big city to take Ray Ray to the doctor. We arrived a few minutes early as traffic was fairly easy.

As I walked into the waiting room, a mentally challenged boy about 12 glared at me and started yelling to his mother, “Just look at her…just a complete mess…look at her…a mess, I tell ya!”

Uh, yeah.

At this point I think I must have a huge booger hanging out my nose or have toilet paper stuck to my shoe.

But no. I don’t.

He just keeps on and on about me being “a complete mess” and getting louder and louder.

His mother is taking this all in stride. I can’t decide if it’s because she’s mesmerized by the head to toes polka dots she’s wearing or that’s she’s probably taking some good pharmaceuticals. 

She just agrees with him….that I am a “complete mess.”

The subject does change for a few minutes when they have a brief argument about where she bought the brats. It seems he was adamant he did not want brats from Kroger and only from Meijer and that if she bought him brats from Kroger there was gonna be hell at home.

This discussion wasn’t as nearly as urgent as the prior of me being a “complete mess.”

So I got paranoid and ask my 11 year old daughter if I looked “funny” which in hindsight is never a good idea.

Her reply, “You always look retarded Mom.”

And this is the reason I carried her in my belly AND gave up alcohol for 9 months?

Finally this young man was called back for his appointment and stood up and said, “Let’s get this shit over with” all the while looking at me and shaking his head.

That’s right people, the fashion police is disguised as a 12 year old mentally challenged boy and a middle age polka dot wearing, pill popping momma.

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  • http://stuckonlunatic.blogspot.com/ Heather P.

    You know what, there is just no excuse for that child’s behavior. It’s pretty obvious that he is in charge-not the mom-if he’s telling her there would be hell to pay about the brats.
    Let me tell ya, my entire life the boy who lived next door was profoundly and severely “retarded”-as it was called then, he did not yell rude things like that out in public.
    All children have to be trained-normal and mentally handicaped-how to behave in public.
    I can’t believe that happened to you and from the pictures you have posted of your self-you are not a mess!!

  • http://www.futureblackmail.blogspot.com Futureblackmail

    You know – the Mom is probably used to this behavior but when it involves someone else, she should really have stepped in there and explained to you what his condition was.

    Also – he totally had a point about the brat thing.

  • http://www.twistedfencepost.wordpress.com Becky

    That is the reason I never go to the big city. Nobody cares if I’m a hot mess in the country. tee hee
    I can only imagine the scene if the Mother tried to quiet that child. If he pitches a fit over brats, can you imagine how he would have reacted to discipline?

  • http://simplykneaded.blogspot.com/ Debbie

    Damn, you are funny! Everyone else in the house always asks what I’m laughing at.

  • http://www.whentheworldstops.typepad.com Candace

    Wowza! I can’t imagine letting my child carry on like that in front of a stranger. I be you looked great even if you weren’t feeling great that day. I recently used the term “hot mess” to describe myself in front of one of my nieces. She looked at me, rolled her eyes, and said, “You’re NOT hot! You’re too old to be hot. I guess you’re right about the mess part.” I was crushed because I THOUGHT I looked kinda cute that day. I called myself a “hot mess” because I was shamelessly fishing for compliments. That sure backfired!

  • http://www.handbagsandhandguns.com hotpants™

    Mentally challenged or not, he picked those words up from somewhere.

    Is it wrong that I totally LOLed at this? You always look retarded, Mom. Ahahahaha!

    Kids…

  • http://lifeloveandlola.blogspot.com Life Love and Lola

    Oh boy…I say you handled that pretty well.

  • http://onecreativequeen.blogspot.com Katherine

    And you’re just now figuring that out?? Geez. I’ve always known that the fashion police were disguised as a 12 year-old developmentally disabled boy. Where the hell have you been??

    Some people.

    (PS – How did you keep from gawking back at the ridiculous mother – for allowing such obnoxious behavior, developmentally disabled or not – and saying to your daughter, “I’m so glad I got my hair done today. I feel FABuLOUS! Like a MILLION BUCKS, I tell ya. I think I look 10 years younger – there’s no way I look like I’m (add 15 years to your age and insert here)!” Maybe that would have made an impression on the mother – who, like I said, is obnoxiously ridiculous just for allowing that behavior. My son – who is technically disabled (according to the state) – would never be allowed to talk like that.

    Well, at least not until you were out of earshot.)

    I’m glad Janie over at “The Rising Blogger” featured you – it’s great to find such a delicious blog! xx

  • http://www.awomaslifestages.com Flory

    Oh, I can’t believe your daughter said “you always look retarded”. I couldn’t help but LOL at this. The mother of that boy should have tried to explain or something.

    Sassy Chica sent me by.

  • http://www.mommassoapbox.blogspot.com Mommas Soapbox

    That is a crack up! Sorry I couldn’t walk in (with my hari pulled back in a pony, my mickey mouse sweatshirt, my capri’s and uggs) to take the fashion police off of you for a bit….

    Kidding I don’t really dress like that! Well, not in public anyway………at least not most days……

    Good laugh, thanks for sharing!

  • http://log.angelicaflorine.net/ Angelica

    HAHAHAHHAAH That's the funniest thing I think I've ever read.

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