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janradderThe Aldi parking lot:
After I put my 3 year old son in the car, a future entrepreneur in need of elocution lessons approaches me from afar. "You lookin' to buy a cykufothsheethough?" "What?" I ask. "You lookin' to buy a cykufothsheethough?" he says again, this time holding up the unknown electronic device hanging around his neck. "No," I say, still unsure of what a cykufothsheethough is and why I would be looking to buy one in the Aldi parking lot.
The Rainbow Foods parking lot, going in:
An aging hippie (which is what I assume the car owner is because of the car and the fact that only an aging hippie would do this) has taken her dogs to the store. She is currently in the store, leaving the dogs in the car. To ensure that they have enough fresh air to breath, she has completely rolled down all the windows of her car so that as the dogs bark at every passing car and shopper, they lunge forward threatening to leap from the car and chase after each passerby. One of the dogs looks like it could be part pit.
The Rainbow Foods parking lot, going out:
As Éiden and I are pushing our full shopping cart out into the crosswalk, a car comes screaming along at 30-35 miles an hour. Seeing us and a black woman with her grocery cart next to us, the driver slams on the brakes and then waves us across with his hand. "Don't you fuckin' wave at me, you motherfuckin' asshole," yells the woman next to me. "You should fuckin' stopped your motherfuckin' car in the first place." "Right on," I think to myself and glare at the driver (and hope, at the same time, that Éiden has not noticed our friend's language). Then, because the driver of the car is Somali, the woman adds, "Fuckin' foreigner!" "Um," I think, "except for that part."
Ahh, Spring approaches and my neighborhood is showing off.
After I put my 3 year old son in the car, a future entrepreneur in need of elocution lessons approaches me from afar. "You lookin' to buy a cykufothsheethough?" "What?" I ask. "You lookin' to buy a cykufothsheethough?" he says again, this time holding up the unknown electronic device hanging around his neck. "No," I say, still unsure of what a cykufothsheethough is and why I would be looking to buy one in the Aldi parking lot.
The Rainbow Foods parking lot, going in:
An aging hippie (which is what I assume the car owner is because of the car and the fact that only an aging hippie would do this) has taken her dogs to the store. She is currently in the store, leaving the dogs in the car. To ensure that they have enough fresh air to breath, she has completely rolled down all the windows of her car so that as the dogs bark at every passing car and shopper, they lunge forward threatening to leap from the car and chase after each passerby. One of the dogs looks like it could be part pit.
The Rainbow Foods parking lot, going out:
As Éiden and I are pushing our full shopping cart out into the crosswalk, a car comes screaming along at 30-35 miles an hour. Seeing us and a black woman with her grocery cart next to us, the driver slams on the brakes and then waves us across with his hand. "Don't you fuckin' wave at me, you motherfuckin' asshole," yells the woman next to me. "You should fuckin' stopped your motherfuckin' car in the first place." "Right on," I think to myself and glare at the driver (and hope, at the same time, that Éiden has not noticed our friend's language). Then, because the driver of the car is Somali, the woman adds, "Fuckin' foreigner!" "Um," I think, "except for that part."
Ahh, Spring approaches and my neighborhood is showing off.
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Date: 2008-03-21 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-21 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-21 12:44 am (UTC)Hopefully, that's the phrase Éiden picked up.
OF course, he's never heard "fuckin'" before.