Anna and I went out this evening and got some Subway sandwiches to bring home and eat.  I wanted to stop by a gas station and get a bag of ice.  I was going to drive a few miles to a gas station that I knew had ice, and Anna suggested I check and see if the Walmart Gas Station had bags of ice, since Subway and Walmart are near each other.  It did have ice and I pulled off to the side to hop out and pay for the ice and grab a bag.  Some woman decided that it was a good idea to block me in.  I am driving a very big truck and it is not able to pull out of tight spots as easily as a car would be able to.  Finally, the woman leaves, we pull out and head home.  This is part of the conversation we had on the way home…

Anna: “Mom, I want to go to the Justin Bieber concert.”

Me: “You can go, you just have to find a parent willing to take you”

Anna: “Mom, will you take me.”

Me: “NO!”

Anna: “Why not”

Me: “Because I do not want to be around all those screaming teenage girls”

Anna: “Please, Mom.”

Me: “I would rather rip an eyeball out of my head than to go to a Justin Bieber concert”

Anna: “Wow, Mom!”

Anna: “Mom, I thought you were going to slap that lady who blocked us in.  You looked pretty mad.”

Me: “I would never slap a total stranger”

Me: “Hey Anna! Did I ever tell you about the time I slapped a boy in high school?”

Anna: “No!”

Me: “Well there was this weird dweeb of a guy who used to bug all the girls.  One time, when we were changing classes, and we were right in the middle of the school.  It was a big area.  This guy grabbed my butt.  I turned around and slapped him really hard.  He never grabbed my butt again.  He was not a stranger, he was just strange.”

Anna: “Mom, there is something really wrong with you.”

Me: “Yeah, I know”