And immediately thought of my mother … felt like my mother, probably LOOKED like my mother and certainly the words I WANTED to utter were exactly the words that she would use as well:
“Son? Before you go around selling donuts to people, I’d suggest you wash your face, take the rag off your head, put on a shirt instead of an undershirt thereby trying to look more presentable than you now do. That said, no, I will NOT buy donuts from you for your basketball team.”
My first reaction was to scream for hubby to call the police because the first thing that came to mind was a thug come to rape me and rob the house. What I said instead was:
“Uh …. not today though”
I have NO idea what my face said. All of you who know me personally will KNOW my face most likely said a myriad other things, probably not even remotely nice.
If that is a BAD reaction considering the times we live in, stop the world … let me get off.
Seriously.
The dude had this scarlet rag tied around his head, the corners of his mouth were caked with some white substance, he had on a black undershirt (or sweat shirt, as I’ve heard them referred to) and calf-length shorts … it made me scared and sick at the same time. I didn’t even WANT to look at his feet lest the downward movement of my head helped the bile to rise some more.
Hubby comforted me with the thought that THIS is how the youth dress now. Not much comfort at all, actually. It just made me feel even more sick.
Then to top that off, I go and hear about the man who molested a 9 month old baby to death back in Kingston.
What the hell … world’s going to hell in a hand basket.
/sigh
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