What Drives Parents
(My sister, my nephew, and I are walking from our car to the store when a big white car suddenly backs up at us. The driver doesn’t seem to see us, and I hit it.)
Me: “Hey, watch where you’re going!”
(I see him wave at us.)
Sister: “Oh, my God! Are you okay? He almost hit us!” *clutching her baby*
Me: “I’m fine; he just wasn’t looking where he was going!”
(Later, we get home and my sister’s husband is there. I tell him what happened and my sister gives me a look.)
Her Husband: *to sister* “You need to be more careful!”
Sister: “I couldn’t do a thing!”
Me: “It’s not her fault; it’s that stupid guy who wasn’t looking!”
Her Husband: *ignores me* “Be. More. Careful.” *leaves*
Me: “So, if someone runs over [Nephew], he’s going to blame you?”
Sister: “Shh! And yes, he would, because parents are always responsible for what happens to their kids. Always.”
(I tried to say there are exceptions to that but she wouldn’t listen. Definitely a weird thing to think.)
Question of the Week
Has a customer ever tried to cross you and lived to regret it? What happened?