Christina Meet SPD!

Well, I have never been in trouble. I've only been pulled over one time in my driving life.  Other than that, I've NEVER come into contact with the police - with the exception of MVAs.  Today was definitely a first.


I was walking out of Brookshire's after getting Chord's food for the month and our dinner supplies for tonight.  Next to my car was a girl standing by the back end of her vehicle. I could clearly see she was a good 6+ months pregnant.  I was rearranging stuff in the back end of my car so my carryout could put the groceries in for me.  I turned around to grab my diaper bag and keys.  The pregnant girl was standing with her hands on my buggy facing Chord. (Chord was in his car seat on the buggy asleep.) Then I see it. She is smoking a cigarette. A good 7 months pregnant. Standing in front of my sleeping baby. I politely asked her to back up because I don't smoke around my son and I don't allow others to smoke around him either.  She got all "white girl ghetto" on me and told me "it ain't gonna do nuttin to him."  I was getting frustrated. I asked her again to move so I could put him in my car.  She said the same thing again. This time I wasn't so nice. I said, "Look, you can feel free to smoke around your child and put his health at risk, but my son is healthy. I'd like to keep it that way. Please. Move."  The carryout was getting  a little nervous, so he quickly finished putting my groceries in my car and was waiting for me to get Chord so he could take my buggy.  The girl still didn't move so I put myself in between her and my buggy.  You would've thought I just knocked the girl's teeth down her throat. She starts freaking out, screaming at the top of her lungs, "This bitch hit me. She put her hands on me!"  As I was trying to unlock Chord's car seat from the buggy, the Brookshire's manager walks up and asks if there is a problem. At the same time one aisle a Shreveport Police detective pulls him. He gets out and hears the girl yelling and the manager trying to calm her down.  They're standing behind my car at this point so I can't go anywhere. I put Chord into my car - still sound asleep - as the police officer walked up. He called in to dispatch through is radio.  He asked what was going on, and all she kept screaming was "That bitch hit me! She put her hands on me!"  I just stood there shaking my head. He walked over and asked what happened. He said if I did hit her, for any reason, I could be arrested. I told him what happened and said, "If you have to take me to jail for protecting my son, please let me call my mom and dad who are five minutes down the road to pick up my son."  Then he asked her if that's what happened. She said, "Yeah. But it ain't gonna do nuttin to him. He'll be fine. She juss paranoid." He told me I could go and wrote her a warning for disturbing the peace.


It was quite an adventure. My little man slept through the whole thing. But I mean really?  You're pregnant. You're smoking. And you have the nerve to smoke in front of my child!


Ugh. People.