I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didnβt even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principalβs office, refusing to apologize.Β
βHe shouldnβt have put his hands on me and I wouldnβt have hit him!β Thatβs the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like heβs Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.Β
βMelissa, did you punch him?βΒ
βBecause he snapped my bra strap.βΒ
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says,Β βYouβre telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? Thatβs what you are saying to me.βΒ
βWell, sir-β The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. βMelissa did make it physical.βΒ
βNo. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?βΒ
I didnβt get suspended that day. Β
