October 28, 2010
Spit (as an intransitive verb) – to eject saliva as an expression of aversion or contempt. (Merriam-Webster Online)
So, on my way home from work I get a phone call from my daughter as I do every day to let me know that she made it in the house safely. I ask the usual questions like, do you have homework, how was school, what do you want to eat, and so on and so forth. Before I can hang up the phone she goes on to tell me that she had “something to tell me”. Usually, that means she’s:
A) Gotten a bad grade
B) Broke something in the house
C) Didn’t do something she was supposed to or…
D) Trying to come up with the biggest lie on earth to cover up for something that she’s done in hopes that I don’t find out or investigate.
Well, she goes on to tell me that a little girl on the bus spit on her. Not just on her, in her damn mouth! WTH! I damn near wreck after she tells me but it’s okay, she’s on her cell phone. I figure she’s calling me from the principal’s office, the back of a squad car, a juvenile detention center or something because I assume she beat the hell out of that little girl. Hell no, she’s calling me from home! She got spit on and did nothing about it. Can you believe that?
I am not one to condone violence as I am not a violent person but….if someone spits on you, BEAT THE HELL OUT OF THEM! I told my daughter that she should’ve ripped that girl’s arm off and beat her to death with it.
I had to educate her that spitting on someone is the lowest of lows. To spit on someone is one of the lowest forms of disrespect. I would rather someone walk up to me and slap me opposed to spit on me. Spit, I just can’t wrap my head around it.
…..and to top it off, my daughter and the little girl are friends again. WTH? Man, I should’ve been bringing her cigarettes, putting money on her books, writing letters to her or something. Spitting on my lil’ mama should’ve provoked an act of violence that is only matched by a higher authority than me placing restraint on her. We should’ve made the news with me pulling an Antoine Dotson!
Hide your kids, hide your wives, and hide your husbands from little girls that spit. You can’t hide fool; my daughter has your scent and your DNA in her mouth! I digress…..