Yesterday I was at my daughter's school waiting for the bell to ring. I was standing there in a crowd of parents by the parking lot. Just watching everyone.
Some guy pulled into the lot in a red Ferrari. I immediately thought to myself--midlife crisis transport. He was an older dad (in comparison to me). Balding, pudgy. But damn if he wasn't richer than shit apparently. He had a Ferrari. And he wanted to make sure we all knew that he had gold lined pockets to make up for his physical shortcomings.
Then I watched as a silver Lexus pulled up. A young blonde woman walked out. Hair in a high messy ponytail. A tank top, no bra, very short shorts, flip flops. And huge sunglasses. It was a Britney Spears clone. I swear I thought it was really her.
The smile, the facial features, the skanky outfit that made her look like a trailer park whore--yet she drives a Lexus--so you know she has bankroll. But it wasn't Ms. Spears. Her kids aren't old enough to go to this school. It was just a mere lookalike. Someone wanting to emulate a person no one should emulate.
After the Britney clone walked up, another woman made her way to the waiting area. She was about 5 feet tall, a little overweight--but not too bad. But her boobs were the biggest things I'd ever seen in my entire life. HUGE. I really thought she might topple over.
I believe they were real, but who knows for sure. It wasn't very attractive though. She looked like a circus freak. It was so out of proportion to the rest of her, she looked very uncomfortable toting those bad boys around. And when she stood next to the Britney clone, I saw her sizing herself up next to her. She wants a breast reduction and a personal trainer. I could see it in her eyes.
Then there are these two people. A man and a woman. He's got full tattoo sleeves and always wears a backwards baseball hat. The woman often shows up in short miniskirts and tank tops (never wearing a bra). She's got tats all over her legs and her back.
They always stand very close together. Very familiar. I assumed for the longest time they were a couple. I can feel when I look at them that they're sleeping together. It's obvious.
Yet, they have separate cars. And two different children. They are not married. They are not a couple. And I know this now because a long haired, tattooed man, showed up with her one day. Her husband. And on that day? She stayed far away from the other tattooed man.
I believe someone is having an affair. It's written all over them. And the day she showed up with the husband? She had a bra on and pants. No mini skirt. Coincidence? I think not.
Then there is what I refer to as the pack of wild bitches. There are 4 women who always stand in a circle giggling and gossiping together. They are all bleached blonde, perfectly manicured nails, designer jeans and yoga pants.
They stand around pointing at people and whispering. You know they're talking shit about us all. And once I attempted to speak to the ringleader. She turned up her nose at me and ignored me. Full stop. I said hello, and she looked the other way and said nothing.
I don't know if anyone has ever watched that TV show, Old Christine with Julia Louis Dryfuss. But if you have, just think about the blonde bitches Christine encounters at her son's school. THAT is what the pack of wild bitches is like.
I assume they are married to rich men who cheat on them and don't give a fuck about them. Yet, they don't care because they spend his money like water and get to take trips to Bermuda and Hawaii several times a year.
It all evens out. But these women are miserable inside. It radiates off of them. And they enjoy belitting others to make themselves feel better.
I wonder what people think when they look at me? Huh. I might not want to know.
