Bad Boy in Action

Remember a few posts back when I talked about Clint being a bad boy? Well yesterday I came two seconds away from witnessing it first hand. It was CRAZY for our quiet little neighborhood. Here's the gist of what happened.

Clint took Sage to the park to play and while there, a black car was speeding through the streets going super fast and squealing his tires like crazy. All the parents at the park were upset and wondering who he was. While Clint was walking Sage home, this car came speeding around our corner and clipped the curb of the sidewalk that Sage was walking on. Clint brought Sage inside and went right back out, with an old bike of his and waited for the guy to come back around-which he knew he would because he'd been making loops around our hood. So Clint is standing in the street, prepared to throw his bike in the guys path so that he would slow down, when- just as expected, the guy comes tearing around the corner. Clint throws his hands in the air and makes a face as if to say "what the h you doing?"--and the guy gets out. A big ole black guy. Keep in mind, I had no idea this was going on. I was inside with the girls wondering what Clint was doing. Apparently, the conversation went something like this:

Clint: Is there a reason you're driving so fast around the neighborhood?

Big dude: Excuse me? Are you talking to me like that? You think you can talk to me like I'm some kid? Who the #@%$* do you think you are? (g-rated screening for you.)

You just about hit my daughter driving like that. All I'm asking is that you slow down.

You @*!$#, you think I can't drive? I'm from the ghetto.

Well, we're not in the ghetto.

That's right, we ain't. (okay......) But you don't need to talk to me like I'm some kid and don't know how to drive.

Look, all I'm saying is that you've been making loops through our neighborhood going way too fast and I've got little kids that play out here. All I'm worried about are my kids. That's all I'm saying.

I've got kids too you #&$*!

Enter ME. Could you stop using that foul language, please? (I know, I'm a retard.)

(glare at me, turn to Clint) You better control yo woman 'for I disrespect her. This is #%&! I can't believe this. Who you two think you are? This is @*&$!

Please, just get in your car, Clint- get in the house, let's just leave this alone.

Listen to yo woman. Get in the house 'for I woop your #%@. (at this point, he grabs Clint by the arm and gets RIGHT up in his face)

(I run over)- seriously, this is ridiculous. Get in your car and leave and we'll go inside and we can just get on with our day, ok?

You're right. Let's go.

Ya, go! Get out of my face you @%&*!

So....crazy, right? I shortened the version down quite a bit. They were out there for about ten minutes- this guy just wouldn't shut up. Clint called the cops just to report the guy, that way if it went any further they'd have record of what happened. He was drunk or at least on the verge so if he hadn't gone straight home we wanted the cops to come get him. The guy lives three doors down so we don't want to start a war, but we are so not ok with drunk drivers. About ten minutes after we got off the phone with the police, someone knocks on our door. Clint was in the shower and I had Charly in my arms--went to open it up and there he was! At first I freaked out, but he was very nice and came over to apologize. He said he had been fighting with his wife and didn't know what came over him--but was very apologetic. He came back by again this morning, to talk to Clint in person since he was in the shower when he stopped by the first time. He said he was up all night feeling bad and said he was horribly embarrassed by his behavior and totally understood why Clint wanted him to slow down. So-nice guy, but man I was nervous for a minute! I thought I was going to see a brawl!