Damn them fucking camp counselors--when are they gonna learn?

So..I take the boys (THE BOY and his L'il FRIEND)
to the gas station the other night to get some snacks.

I say..SO..How is camp going.

And the boy says...

Mom. I hate this camp. One of the counselors pulled me across the basketball court by.my.hair.

I take a deep breath. Ok..so let me get this straight. One of the counselors decided that it was okay to pull you by your hair?

Ummm. yeah.

Aw.hell.no.

So I get up yesterday morning, and do what any mother should do when some punk ass motherfucking camp counselor pulls their childs hair.
I wait till camp starts, and I go up there and I tell the boy to point out the counselor so I can fuck him up.

The boy points the "boy" out. LMAO. Did I mention this was basketball camp? The "boy" was about 17 years old and about 7 foot 12. That's aight. I will still fuck you up.

I get the camp director..who BTW was sexy as hell! And the 4 of us go to the corner of the gym.

I then say: At WHAT point did you THINK it was OKAY to pull the BOY by his HAIR?

And the counselor said and I swear, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried..he SAID:
Well, HE didn't SAY that it HURT!

I just looked at him like...WWwwhut? What the fuck did you just say?

He must have realized how stupid what he just said sounded. He then said:

I apologize.

I told him, that he needed to tell that to the boy.

And he apologized to the boy. He was very respectful, actually. suprisingly. for his sake.

I think he was really sorry. I don't know if he really didn't mean to hurt the boy's tender head..or if he realized that he embarrassed the boy, or he was afraid I was gonna bitch slap him.

As I was leaving, I said: Don't make me come up this bitch again..cuz next time it ain't gonna be like this..
he looked at me like I was crazy.

Maybe I am.