Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Finally, the metro puts a smile on my face!
This morning on my way to work there was an annoying 3ish year old swinging round and round the center pole like a stripper desperate for a dollar. His gypsy mother and her other 4 kids passively looked on. Perhaps she was training him for a new job, one that doesn't require shaking a paper cup in people's faces. A business man with ski feet moved his foot just as the nuisance was making his umpteenth turn. If called to court, I'd be hard pressed to testify whether it was intentional or simply a nervous twitch. The kid flinched, but there was no contact. This delighted me. The mother started screaming gibberish at the man. He was seriously taken aback, which made me think it wasn't on purpose (and made me admire him a little less). I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I buried my face in the paper out of fear that the gypsy woman would put a hex on me. There’s seriously something wrong with me that I would find pleasure in this slice of life.