So this morning started like every other morning. We’ve only got one car, so Jaime and I headed out to drop her at work at ten to nine. The ride is only about 2.5 miles, so it is usually pretty quick. But not today.
Today, as we drove at 35 miles per hour in a thirty five mile per hour zone, a girl, if you can call her that, decided to whip a rock at my car. It hit my windshield and bounced off. I though I saw someone throw it at us, but wasn’t sure. Then, Jaime says, “That girl just threw a rock at the car. I saw her do it!” I immediately pull a u-turn, and stop in the middle turn lane, right in front of these kids.
Now, calling them kids is not entirely accurate. One was definitely older, and could have quite possibly been the mother. See, Savannah’s poor has a major parenting problem. Well, I’m not sure if it’s a parenting problem. It’s more of a “lack of parenting” problem. I just don’t understand how you can not spend time with your children when the government provides everything for you– a home, food stamps (via the poor-life-lesson EBT card), healthcare(I assume), and even fully prepared meals served for free to their children at school. But I’ve digressed.
If I were to guess ages, I would place these three girls at about 6, 7, and about 14. Jaime says that the older was more like 12, but I don’t think so. She seemed to be the “parent figure” of the group.
So, I pull up, put my car into park, and get out. I tell the girls, from the middle of the road, that I don’t appreciate the fact that they are throwing rocks at vehicles moving at 35 miles per hour. The oldest says, “We didn’t throw no rocks at yo’ car,” to which Jaime replied, “I saw you do it.”
At this point, this little girl– the older one, likely charged with ensuring her two little sisters arrived at school safely– takes off running! She gets about 50 feet away, and her other sister– the 7 year old– takes off behind her, leaving their 6 year old sister standing on the side of the road with no supervision at all! Great example to set.
I couldn’t believe it. I wondered where they were running, so I looked around. It turns out that there was a police officer on the other side of the park, and she was headed to cry to him. Of course, that wasn’t going to fly.
I pulled around the corner, right up to the officer. They’re already telling their story to him, and I can’t imagine what they were saying. I walked up to the officer, and said, “Sir, that girl (pointing to the oldest) threw a rock at my car. We watched her do it.”
He walks over to look at my car, and I stated that it hit my windshield and bounced off, likely causing no damage. I told him, “That isn’t the point though. These girls should not be throwing rocks at cars, plain and simple. This is a public roadway, and people are traveling to work while trying to remain cautious of the children that are walking to school. Throwing rocks at cars is unacceptable.”
The officer agreed, and apologized. Why he apologized, I don’t know. He did nothing wrong.
But, this girl, the rock thrower, still insists that she didn’t throw a rock. We call her on her lie, and tell her we saw her do it. There was no denying that she threw the rock (Imagine– a 14 year old girl thinking she could out-debate the owners of a debate site!).
She says, “I’m sorry. Do you believe me?”
I say, “Of course not. I don’t believe you for a second. You threw a rock and lied about it, why would I believe you are sorry?”
The cop said, “I’ll take care of this.”
We thanked him for his time and effort, and continue on our way.