Do you remember my encounter with the road-rage momma? It happened back in December, after I innocently and totally accidentally cut off another driver. The women followed me for three miles to verbally rip me a new one. Although I was sure that I *would* see her again – at some point – I figured it would be in passing. You know, like, at the grocery store or something like that.
Well, it happened. I saw her again…
On Monday, YaYa had his first baseball practice with his new little league team. His new team’s name is the Tigers. YaYa was very excited. He was already dressed in his baseball attire when I picked him up at daycare. Thank goodness.
We were on time for practice, but barely. I followed a white van into the parking lot. The van pulled into a spot and I pulled into the neighboring parking spot. I glanced over to see if the driver was someone that I knew from one of the previous seasons. It was.
I recognized her right away. She was the mother of J, a nice little boy who played on YaYa’s team last year. We sat together at many games, but I never really got to know her like some of the other Moms. Still her face was familiar to me. I smiled and waved as YaYa gathered his things.
There was something else familiar about her. I couldn’t be sure, but there was something about looking at her through the passenger window that brought me right back to that miserable moment. Oh no, I thought.
As we shuttled our kids to the field, you could feel the tension in the air. For me, it was telling – she *was* the same women. It could be an interesting season.
Well, I saw her again today and will see her again every Monday, Friday and Saturday. Today, I initiated a little more small talk. It went okay. I began wondering if we could just pretend it didn’t happen and move on.
Could that really happen?
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