Today it was cold and rainy in Brooklyn. For the better part of the morning, I stood on a line at the food pantry a few blocks from my house. I got there at 9:45 only to find out that I would be standing there, exposed to this inclement weather, for the next two hours.
Drop by drop, the water started seeping into my bones. Through the coat, the sweater, the hat, the t shirt. My feet were dry but they were freezing.
The women that eventually formed a line behind me were old, ornery and mean. One particularly nasty battle axe asked me why I was holding an umbrella over someone else's head. Asked if she was my granny. I looked her dead in the eye and said, "What does it have to do with you?"
It struck me while I was holding someone's umbrella to prevent her from stabbing me with it any further, that all of these old catty bitches were once young catty bitches.
It struck me further as I watched a fight break out on the line behind me.
Hoodrats get old. Apparently they wear wisdom repellent also.
Today's random question; Why does dried fruit make you shit? Anyone?
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