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Jet-Skis, Bullies and Towanda

I was so looking forward to this day: a gathering at a friends’ lake house.  A day of sunshine, water, good eats, laughter, camaraderie  & pontoon rides.  A day of good tunes, easy conversations, jet skis, sunblock and beach hair.

Like I do, I carefully planned the foods I’d bring, deciding on a fresh peach/blueberry cobbler & an appetizer dip.    Hubbs and I eagerly anticipated the day, the forecast was perfect for a country ride “up” to the lake house, and the camaraderie we were soon to experience.

Arriving just after 1pm we set down the coolers and arranged chairs;  food covered their kitchen counter and friends hugged hello, gathering around the patio table.  Classic 70s rock playing in the background, a waterfall trickled softly and we savored the summer breeze off the lake.

Soon the Hostess asked if I was up for a ride on her “new” jet ski, the high powered one gleaming in the distance.  “You bet,” I answered but “let’s visit first.” And so we did.   When I offered how I didn’t bring my swimsuit and just had a tee shirt & shorts she promised, “I won’t get you wet.”  And I know she knows what she’s doing .. so I went with it.

As we strapped on life vests and headed to the dock, another couple joined the party – so soon came more greetings before climbing onto the Sea-do.   Heading to the open water, with my pal driving and me holding  tight, we navigated smaller waves until a time she could “open it up” – flying now – fast and tight, my hair whipping behind me, I caught a glimpse at the speedometer: 57mph.  Shrieking, we leaned into a turn, jumped the wake left by a puttering pontoon boat, both of us rocketing forward and laughing our heads off.   Hanging on,  fully exhilarated, truly living.

Having an “it-doesn’t-get-better-than-this-moment,” and then some. 😀

Life is too short to sit on the shore!

We circled a few times then made our way back to the dock where friends gathered, men on the deck, ladies on chairs in the shallow water, waves lapping their calves.   Coasting into shore, I commented on how good of a driver my friend is, and thanked her that I did not have one drop of water on me, amazing!   We hopped off and waded  towards shore, where the women gathered.   With everyone watching, one gal commented “you went all that way and didn’t even get wet” and I nodded and smiled, about to compliment my friend on her excellent command of the machine.  But before I could do so, that same woman reached down and, with both hands, doused me in water, from head to toe.  Water soaked my hair, dripped down my sunglasses and face, top, shorts and underwear now completely drenched, with rivulets of water running down my legs.  I stood there in shocked disbelief, having my own “Carrie” moment, trying to come to terms with what just happened.

What. The. ???    What’s wrong with you?

Stephen King’s 1970’s Horror classic, “Carrie”

Looking back, there’s a part of me that almost did what I’d always done: “take the high road” “turn the other cheek” and all that other passive bullsh*t I’d been preached to my whole life. The same words that always translated to just lie down, be quiet and take it.

And I might have done that until I saw another so-called friend laughing.

And that was it. That was the tipping point.

Shaking water off my sunglasses while simultaneously wiping it from my eyes I looked around at those who looked away, said nothing, and the splasher and that one “friend” laughing.

All at my expense.  Nice.

I’m 5’2″ and the splasher well she’s 3 years younger and 4″ taller.

But it only took an second – I lunged at her with both hands, knocking her off her feet.

I’m petty sure she got air before landing in that lake sideways with a thud.   Sputtering she got up yelling, flailing  and swearing …. “I thought you were a nice girl” and my response was this, “I am. You started it.  Want some more?”

Women backed off, clucked, fussed and did nothing.

Someone said “this feels like High School” and I answered “YEP it sure does,  I hope you all remember who started it.  Just keep it up and I’ll finish it!”

  • I probably should feel remorse …. but I don’t.
  • I probably should be embarrassed …. but I’m not.
  • I hit her with everything I’ve got and then some. And I’d do it again.

#Sorrynotsorry

Maybe when bullies decide they’re going to pick someone’s hide, they should consider who they’re picking: in my case, she picked a 50-something woman who’s had enough of immature jerks and is no longer going to lie down and take it.

And I have better insurance, too.

 

Gotta love me some TOWANDA!

Your turn:

  • When’s the last time you dealt with a bully?
    • What did you do?
  • In the situation described above, what would you have done if you were me?
    • Why?
  • If you ever retaliated against someone’s nastiness, how did leave you feeling?
    • I don’t feel great about it, but I don’t feel bad, either.  😀

 

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8 thoughts on “Jet-Skis, Bullies and Towanda

  1. Yep, several things come to mind reading this. first, VERY glad you did it MJ..there is a saying I grew up with..mess with the bull and you’ll get the horns 🙂 She got a taste of what she had coming…I would have done the exact same thing. (secondly that scene from Fried Green tomatoes came to mind, even before I saw you’d attached that to your post. 😉 And I too have encountered a bully in public. He left me speachless..wasn’t afraid of him as much as incredulous as to what he said..12 yrs older, smart ass and no way it would have ended well…Another time the bully was my uncle. I surprised us both by standing up to him…things have never been the same and that’s OK. Glad you wrote this one.your comment earlier on my post was very cryptic. You rock.

    • ooh I love that saying … “mess with the bull and you’ll get the horns … ” Taking it!
      Thank you for your support & encouragement. I do believe I have had enough to NOT stand back and take anymore nonsense. I’m glad you stood up to your Uncle and knew when to walk away from another situation that wouldn’t have ended well. Sometimes it’s best to walk away and other times its best to give ’em what you’ve got. Bottom line is mean people suck!

      Thanks again,
      MJ

  2. Bravo! You have to wonder what kind of jealousy she had to try to ruin your day. I was at a picnic. There was a kiddie above the ground pool. No adults were in it. It was for kids. Small. My cousin’s (the hostess) husband (half snockered at 2 p.m.) picked me up to throw me in. I was livid. I clung to his neck which resulted in him going in too. He had huge scratches on his neck. The mood of the picnic was ruined. I left after about an hour. I was soaking wet without a change of clothes and very uncomfortable. Why do people do that? If it’s a pool party, that’s different. This wasn’t. It wasn’t even all that warm. Changed our relationship too. Never got invited again.

    • Thank you, Kate.
      I’m sorry that happened to you, what a sick weirdo he was and I can see why the mood of the picnic was ruined. A friend shared with me that people who do such things create an awkward situation for EVERYONE there, and she was right. I’m sorry it changed your relationship with your cousin, although I can see why it would ~ Question, are they still married? B/C in my experience men who do that (literally pick up/dominate women) often do far worse.

      thanks again for chiming in, MJ

      • Fast forward to the end of the story. I didn’t like how he treated my cousin. He called her fatty or stupid in front of people (not that it’s right when they are alone either) but about the time his kids were in high school he gave up drinking. He changed his behavior radically but we were never friends again. He died on the young side. I’m guess it was caused by alcoholism.

      • ……. Had a feeling. I’m sorry, especially for her … her life with him must have been challenging. 😦

        MJ

  3. Perfect! It’s one thing to douse another and be ok with being doused in response. But how that gal and her friend responded showed she was a bully.

    I remember a number of years back when my brother (and wife) were renting a summer cottage owned by very longtime and dear friends of our parents. They and his buddy (and wife) and I were having drinks. The women got quite buzzed because as the friend’s wife threw her feet onto an antique coffee table that she could have easily broken and my brother asked her to remove her feet, she folded her arms and stubbornly said no, like a child. I was in shock. When my brother calmly explained to her she could damage the table, and the cottage was owned by family friends, she still wouldn’t put her feet down. There was the longest, most uncomfortable silent pause I can remember before she eventually relented. The only reason I didn’t physically remove her from the cottage was out of respect for my brother. It took everything I had to bite my tongue.

    I can’t remember having to deal with a bully as an adult, but I love how you handled yours. Bravo! Towanda!! Too bad she had to go there.

    • … Geez, the woman put her feet on someone’s table, crossed her arms and refused to remove them? Ugh. People!

      Thank you for your understanding response ~ I still don’t love the situation but know I’d had enough and don’t regret it. The challenge is when you react negatively to someone’s bad behavior somehow you are the jerk. Whatever – idiots. And Towanda! 🙂

      Cheers! MJ

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