You know that old expression “Open a
can of whoop ass?” I've seen pictures of the inside of a C130
filled with soldiers and the caption “Inside a can of whoop ass”
but I've never actually seen a real can. In fact I thought it was
just an expression - until the other night.
I had both my boys, their friend B and
Buddy the Beagle in the car Sunday night on our way home from Tower
Camp when we decided to stop at a Jr Store for snacks.
I came out of the store and was about
halfway across the parking lot when I heard someone yell “Lady
wait!”
Before I could turn around, I see three
of my car doors open and out come 3 teenage boys and a ticked off
Beagle. The dog was snarling and growling and immediately those boys
and the dog surrounded me.
The guy who'd been calling me stopped
short and started stammering about wanting to sell me some “fresh”
Red Snapper he'd caught that day.
One of the boys said “She doesn't
want any fish” and the guy turned around and high tailed it back to
his car on the other side of the parking lot.
When we got back in the car I asked
them what that was about and the Oldest Island Boy said “we saw
that guy coming after you in the parking lot and we didn't know what
he wanted so we thought we better get out and protect you.
I have to admit that I felt like a
queen with my very own security detail.
I'm pretty sure the guy was just trying
to sell me some trash fish (I don't believe it was Red Snapper for a
minute) and that he meant me no harm but he picked the wrong woman to
approach in a dark parking lot.
And on the way home I realized that
when the boys got out of the car I'd actually seen the opening of
“can of whoop ass.”
They aren't soldiers but I'm telling
you now that watching those boys surround me was quite impressive.
I spent the rest of the night smiling
to myself. They might give me a hard time on occasion but they've
always got my back.
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