If there is one word that I hate in the entire world, it is the "C" word. I have no idea why a man would ever call a woman a "C".
I was called a "C" today, while I was driving out of the parking lot of Winn Dixie. I always travel out the furthest exit because I need to get into the left hand turning lane once I make the right out of the parking lot.
Going this way allows me enough distance to get over to the left turning lane rather then trying to squeeze out and get over to the left hand turning lane.
As I was coming aroung the corner of Winn Dixie, with the end store being the Liquor Store, I was in my lane and then all of a sudden I see a white pickup truck coming off the main street into the parking lot. The white pickup was coming right into my lane so I had no choice but to stop. I couldn't go anywhere, so my safest bet was just to sit still until he decided to either move over, slam into me, or pull into a parking space.
As he pulls into the parking space of the Winn Dixie's Liquor Store, with his windows rolled down, he looks out of the window and YELLS "FU C". I actually gasped within me. I actually felt so bad hearing this young man, probably in his early 30's calling me, a woman in her mid 60's a "C".
As I traveled home, I was really getting sad, I felt sick to my stomach that some stranger in this world could call a ME a "C".
I spoke with my son a bit later and told him about what happened. All of a sudden I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I repeated what this young man said to me. I realized right then and there, how hurtful this word is to a woman, and why would a man use this word to a woman?
If I was 30 years younger, I probably would have gotten out of my car and followed the young man into the Liquor Store and confronted him. Although, it did come to my mind at the time to get out of my car and say something to him, however, in this day and age, with guns so available, and humans beings not caring about other humans, it was better for me to just not put myself in a position that I could regret.
I do wish though I would have gotten his license plate as I would have tracked his butt down for sure. :) :)
Trust me, if I would have gotten your license plate and found you, you would have been faced with MY SON ... 6'5" and 290 pounds of pure muscle. The teeth that would have fallen out of your mouth would have been a reminder to never say the "C" word to a woman ever again, that is if you would be able to open up your jaw to even speak.
To all the men out there in the world, think about how hurtful the "C" word is to a woman, and refrain from every using this word. You all have mothers, sisters, neices etc., this is an awful word to call a woman.
Now that I have written what happened to me today, perhaps I can get it out of my head, and the sickening feeling in my gut will go away. Although hearing that word makes me feel so dirty deep within my soul.
Before I end, the Jersey girl is coming out, of which, wants me to go back to the Liquor Store tomorrow around the same time and wait for the white pick up truck. I have a feeling the Liquor Store is a daily stop on the way home from work for this person. All I want is the license plate .... :) :)