The afternoon before our high school prom, the girls and I got together to do makeup, help each other with dresses, and generally be excited about one of the first big parties of our lives. One was a professional makeup artist who worked in an actual makeup store. The other mom was⦠not. Did you make a mistake? Compared to [Professional Mom], everything I am doing makes you girls look like something God drew with his left hand.
We were all so happy she could laugh at herself, and her mojitos were amazing! I am twenty-six and am sporting a pair of crutches, a full-length leg plaster, and instructions to not put ANY weight on it for twelve weeks. The bus stops at a red light, and the driver turns to shout at the lady.
She obviously should be sitting there! There are twenty empty seats behind her! She was silent for the rest of the journey, although I could feel her beady little eyes glaring into the back of my neck for the rest of the trip. I think she was used to having her spot and was angry that someone younger than her was more entitled to it for once.
We are all American and used to My best friend calls me the next day with questions. We enjoy the people-behaving-badly stories in a trainwreck sort of way.
At one point, I commented to my mom that all of that seems to be a result of modern entitlement, and when I was growing up, a lot of those stories would have been unthinkable. So, here is her story.
