I'm allergic to peanuts!
Okay, not really. I love peanuts, peanut butter and really all things legume. However they're off my diet right now, so I will longingly adore them from afar. What I am allergic to is nonsense. Big, heaping loads of nonsense. And because the nonsense I observed tonight started in relation to the illustrative goober, it's here I'll take my stand. I think George Washington Carver would agree with me on this.
Life is full of moments where any one of us could take offense at the actions or words from another. And some of us are guilty of espousing more nonsense than others. However, if on a scale of 1-10, it's not a 10, I prefer to abide by the rule of others opinions, really aren't my problem. Hence, rendering many of life's little gripes to the ranking of peanuts. And if it's just peanuts, why bother with it. (I digress. I'm getting all philosophical here, when I really just want trailer park this up. As in, "Y'all ain't gonna believe what I saw tonight.")
While watching our delightful children perform their gymnastics lessons that will surely pay off during future Olympics, one parent started {griping--there's a better word, but for the sake of all audiences we'll stick with griping} about children with peanut allergies, suggesting afflicted children should not be mainstreamed, as her children love peanut butter and jelly, and this was an injustice. As I choked/snorted back a shocked laugh and chose to mind my own business. (Pause for applause, here) Another parent, who had 3 epi-pens on her person interrupted Peanut lover to inform her it was life or death for some kids and couldn't she understand. And in the best show and tell maneuver EVER pulled the 3 epi-pens from her purse.
(Seriously, can't make this stuff up) Peanut lover then told Epi-mom to mind her own {insert string of expletives here} business and shut her hole. Epi-mom was indignant and it's at this point, I turned in my chair to make sure we didn't have an altercation starting and one of the other mom's turned to me and says, "Between you and me, we can shut this down. You work out, right?" Never mind, I was just in a sling last week, and Peanut lover is probably high on something. Attention of all parents has now shifted from the real reason we're there--GYMNASTICS CLASS FOR OUR KIDS-- to a surreal argument that has all the makings of Jerry Springer written all over it.
After about 5 minutes of colorful language and escalating barbs the rest of us had our fill. I kindly explained to the two ladies that we were there for our kids. (Read, I shouted over their argument in my call the cows in from the back forty voice, that I had heard enough of their vicious sniping, the kids could hear it in the gym, and they could take it outside or shut up, but either way I was done hearing it.) Properly shamed, the both quieted down enough for class to continue in peace.
All of this said, peanut allergies are life or death situations, that's a 10 on the Tracy scale. Freedom of speech is also a 10 on the Tracy scale, as is my value for peace and quiet. However, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which are delicious, are not a guaranteed freedom the last I checked the Bill of Rights. And when another mom who has obviously fought for her child's life in the face of severe allergic reactions informs you of the consequences of your cheap lunch, I suggest you start keeping that Peanut loving opinion to yourself.
Because the cost of school lunch and snacks is truly peanuts, when compared to the cost of a human life.
Life is full of moments where any one of us could take offense at the actions or words from another. And some of us are guilty of espousing more nonsense than others. However, if on a scale of 1-10, it's not a 10, I prefer to abide by the rule of others opinions, really aren't my problem. Hence, rendering many of life's little gripes to the ranking of peanuts. And if it's just peanuts, why bother with it. (I digress. I'm getting all philosophical here, when I really just want trailer park this up. As in, "Y'all ain't gonna believe what I saw tonight.")
While watching our delightful children perform their gymnastics lessons that will surely pay off during future Olympics, one parent started {griping--there's a better word, but for the sake of all audiences we'll stick with griping} about children with peanut allergies, suggesting afflicted children should not be mainstreamed, as her children love peanut butter and jelly, and this was an injustice. As I choked/snorted back a shocked laugh and chose to mind my own business. (Pause for applause, here) Another parent, who had 3 epi-pens on her person interrupted Peanut lover to inform her it was life or death for some kids and couldn't she understand. And in the best show and tell maneuver EVER pulled the 3 epi-pens from her purse.
(Seriously, can't make this stuff up) Peanut lover then told Epi-mom to mind her own {insert string of expletives here} business and shut her hole. Epi-mom was indignant and it's at this point, I turned in my chair to make sure we didn't have an altercation starting and one of the other mom's turned to me and says, "Between you and me, we can shut this down. You work out, right?" Never mind, I was just in a sling last week, and Peanut lover is probably high on something. Attention of all parents has now shifted from the real reason we're there--GYMNASTICS CLASS FOR OUR KIDS-- to a surreal argument that has all the makings of Jerry Springer written all over it.
After about 5 minutes of colorful language and escalating barbs the rest of us had our fill. I kindly explained to the two ladies that we were there for our kids. (Read, I shouted over their argument in my call the cows in from the back forty voice, that I had heard enough of their vicious sniping, the kids could hear it in the gym, and they could take it outside or shut up, but either way I was done hearing it.) Properly shamed, the both quieted down enough for class to continue in peace.
All of this said, peanut allergies are life or death situations, that's a 10 on the Tracy scale. Freedom of speech is also a 10 on the Tracy scale, as is my value for peace and quiet. However, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which are delicious, are not a guaranteed freedom the last I checked the Bill of Rights. And when another mom who has obviously fought for her child's life in the face of severe allergic reactions informs you of the consequences of your cheap lunch, I suggest you start keeping that Peanut loving opinion to yourself.
Because the cost of school lunch and snacks is truly peanuts, when compared to the cost of a human life.
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