I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didnât even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principalâs office, refusing to apologize.Â
âHe shouldnât have put his hands on me and I wouldnât have hit him!â Thatâs 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 heâs Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.Â
âMelissa, did you punch him?âÂ
âBecause he snapped my bra strap.âÂ
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, âYouâre telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? Thatâs what you are saying to me.âÂ
âWell, sir-â 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. âMelissa did make it physical.âÂ
âNo. 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?âÂ
I didnât get suspended that day. Â
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