Rich Dance Moms in Convertible BMWs

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Now really, there are no types of people on this planet who are more self-righteous, rude, and downright nasty than middle-aged dance moms who drive convertible BMWs.  You know the kind.  The mothers of all the popular girls at school who wear makeup in the 5th grade, have 'boyfriends' in 6th, think they're better than you all through middle school, and let boys do some innapropriate stuff to them in the hallways in high school.  Oh, and freak out when anyone isn't straight because God forbid!!  The person could make a move on them!  (As if they have any interest in those freaks.)
Anyway, my high school cross country team has regularly scheduled practices 4 times a week.  We meet at the school, run, and then do push-ups, sit ups, and other things like that when we get back.  We're near one of the main entrances, but we're always polite about it.  You know, leaving a wide path in case someone needs to get through, staying on the very edges of the pavement, that sort of thing.  Not bothering anyone.
Well, this week, there's some sort of national dance competition taking place and competitors have been practicing in the high school cafeteria, just beyond the doors where xc meets.  Which isn't surprising, lots of things take place there.  It's a big school.  Most of the time the people are very courteous.
Unlike the dancers and their moms, who think that, just because they rented out the cafeteria for a week, they now own the school.  Both of our coaches had to leave about 10 minutes early, so they left Elizabeth, the team captain, in charge.  The second Elizabeth was left in charge, who would come out but a rude dance mom that probably drives a BMV convertible?  (Or something like that.  You know.  Sporty and expensive?)
She walked through the perfectly wide path we'd left and stopped at Elizabeth and said in a not-very-nice tone, "Are you in charge?"
"Yes, I am now," Elizabeth said, "the coaches just left."
"Oh.  Well.  Can you get your girls to move off the pavement here?  It's making the dancers feel awkward when they have to walk through you guys.  People paid thousands of dollars to be here and it's not fair to them when they have to feel uncomfortable walking through you guys."
Elizabeth just blinked.  "Oh.  Uh, okay."
The dance mom didn't even thank her or anything, just went back inside.  Therefore, we were effectively booted from our regular place at a regularly scheduled practice, like we didn't have as much right to it as the too-cool-for-you dancers, because their rich, too-cool-for-you parents had paid money to be there and they shouldn't have to deal with these people who attend the school invading their sacred practice.
Hello.  We attend this public school.  We pay taxes for this public school.  There is a sports entry fee for this public school.  I'm sorry you don't like us being here, but we were here first, and if anything have more right to this place than you rich snobs.  And you know what?  Maybe it's awkward for us to have to deal with your slutty 8 year old daughters walking around in 3-inch heels, crop tops, and more makeup than most 30-year-olds combined.  And why should your kids feel uncomfortable?  There's plenty of room for them, and anyway, they aren't the ones doing their push-ups and ab work out there.  But we just moved, because we are decent people and don't want to make a fuss with people who think they're entitled.  But when we found a new spot, even Elizabeth didn't mind that we were talking about the lady's nastiness behind her back and she's normally really sweet and kind.
We have practice tomorrow, which is the day of their dance competition.  I hope it's at the same exact time as cross country.  We need our revenge.  Today there was talk of laying on the ground, not moving, completely in their way.  I wonder if we'll do something if given the chance.