ill breeding knows no borders.
today i meet an impatient black car as we all try to pour ourselves onto the freeway. he's trying to pass the car ahead on the ramp. actually, that's the enclosed, one-and-a-half-car width ramp that leads onto the four lane freeway. there's no space on the left, so he tries the right, and then we're on to the biggie anyway.
it reminds me of the obstacle course at the asian supermarket. many asian children refuse to follow stereotype, and are not sweet docile creatures at all. they are in fact blindly, frenetically, and loudly mobile, particularly in public spots, forcing disenchanted or unrelated adults to pass them as quickly and as bloodlessly as possible. their minders, of course, see them as bundles of life-renewing creative energy.
which brings me to my favorite dictum to modern parents of non-adhd children: seen, not heard, get it?
a few more encounters like these, and one will be driven to speaking in punctuation marks.
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