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Disillusion: Hooking me Up |
Posted by
Devin on Tuesday, June 26, 2001 - 12:25 AM PST
The CUTEST thing almost just happened. I was in the grocery store. The frozen food section of course. I was stocking up on dinner. Behind me there was a lady with 3 kids who I was trying not to notice. After piling my cart high with nerd food, I turned around.
The baby in the cart seat was trying to get mom's attention (she was leaned over the other way digging something out of the ice cream bin thingy), the little boy was trying to pester his sister, and the little girl was arguing with the little boy while swinging on the front of the cart.
As I turned around, the little girl stopped her argument mid sentence and stared at me. This isn't too unusual, and since there was no malice or fear in her look, I gave her a little 'hey kid' smile. She just started glowing. That kind of innocent glowing that only 3 year olds (and schizophrenics) can do. Poor kid prolly got absolutely no attention.
I figured I should prolly get outta there before the mom turned around and gave me the 'Dirty Man' glare. That's the look reserved for single men who talk to children that fathers never get the pleasure of experiencing. The girl though would have none of that. As I started to push my cart away, she (still glowing and smiling hugely) asked me what my name was. Even the most cynical brat hater (that would be me) can't resist a glowing 3 year old trying to be friendly, so I smiled back and (risking 'Dirty Man Glare') told her "My name's Devin". She glowed even more at not being ignored and started looking really excited, so I waited a second (the polite thing to do) for her to say "My name's Little Suzie the Adorable" or whatever.
Here is where the unexpected part happened. Instead of introducing herself, she grabbed her mom's hand and YANKED her out of the ice cream bin. As her mom was catching her balance, Little Suzie the Cute Proclaimed - as if she were introducing herself - "This is Mo.. um.... Dana". Then proceeded to look back and forth at us, as if waiting for us to hand her a wedding invitation.
As the utter adorability of what just happened was sinking in, Mo... um... Dana said "um.. hi..." in the voice of a Jerry Springer guest on her third divorce who still hasn't learned not to let boys beat her (judging from the ages and the looks of the kids, that's probably about right). Then she scooped up her kids and skittered on down towards the frozen pizza. I got a glimpse of the crushed look on Little Suzie the Snatched Away's Face, and it was really a sad thing to see - but I didn't look back.
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Re: Hooking me Up
by Meranda_Jade (scurtis510@home.com)
on Jun 26, 2001 - 09:23 AM
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Awww... how adorable... 'course your smile can make *anyone* glow... :-) Know what you mean about the dirty man glare, I've had occasion to use it myself... people talking to my kids in the grocery store make me nervous... I keep waiting for them to be snatched the minute my back is turned... these are scary times... I even get nervous when nice old ladies comment on them... I usually let them have conversations (they're really outgoing, and it's impossible to keep them from talking to people) but then I watch them carefully the whole time we're in the store and check to make sure we're not being followed... I've actually had men use them as an icebreaker to talk to me, too... I'm polite and have a small conversation if I'm not in a huge hurry, but there's still that tiny kernel of fear that every person in the store is secretly an axe murderer or child snatcher... it's better when I'm in the store alone, I talk to everyone... the stock boys and bag boys talk to me a lot and go out of their way to be helpful... and I'll take half an hour to talk to the old people handing out free samples of stuff, they seem to be so lonely sometimes...
Anyway, I think every mother with kids in a grocery store has the same reaction... even if it's not necessary
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Re: Hooking me Up by Devin (devin-at-vibechild-dot-com) on Jun 27, 2001 - 10:55 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://devin.vibechild.com/ | Yea I'm used to 'Dirty Man' glare already - it's just a fact of life. That wasn't really the Shmengy part of the interaction. It was that the mom had no clue how bad her little girl wanted a new daddy. Didn't pay any attention at all. Not that I would have gone there, but she was oblivious. Also that the mom didn't pay any attention to the kid's judgement of people. Kids always know. If I had a kid like that, and she was that excited about someone she saw in a grocery store, and had to yank me outta the ice cream - I'd wonder what the kid knew that I didn't. |
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Re: Hooking me Up by LadyCygnet (whydoyouneedit@inane.com) on Nov 17, 2003 - 10:02 PM (User info | Send a Message) | Well, you're just kind of esoterically vibe-y...it's not surprising that a kid would pick up on it. They may be annoying, but their intuition is pretty straightforward...it's just a matter of being able to put it into words.
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Sad sad place to grow up in..........
by Comedian (comedian@callatg.com)
on Jun 30, 2001 - 03:10 AM
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Such a sad world to grow up in, all and all. You're just as likely to hit it off with someone as to have them file a lawsuit on you the next day for harassment of some kind. It's just safer in some people's minds not to reach out, not to say hello, than to just walk away from every situation.
Baggers at the grocery store? Everyone is afraid to talk to them. Hell, there must be something wrong with a person who is working as a bagger on the 10 items or less lane-- something horribly wrong. And you cant' tell any of your jokes or make any friends, because someone is going to take offesne to your 'dog walks into a bar joke' and complain it trivializes alcholism or they will call the PETA squad because you're personifying dogs as alcohlics. No, you can't talk to anyone around you, because they might be different in some way that might not be readily visible to you. And if it is readily visible that they're different, 'BACK THE HELL OFF MAN!' is the newest reflex mentality.
Let's Get Together and Feel Alright.
Ain't gunna happen. We're still tribal animals, still congregating in our tiny little groups of people just like us to shield ourselves from groups of people who are different.
'Cause different people want to hurt you man.'
How do we know this? I only know they want to hurt me after the blade is inside of my body, I hear the bullet round fired and the sharp warm-needle feeling rips through my body. Otherwise they're just afraid of me because I am different from them. And that's no reason to be afraid of anyone. Look at the tribes we congregate in- this boy is taller than this boy, this girl has a different diet than this boy, this girl has smaller feet than this girl, we're all different. But what scares people is what's on the other side of the different person's eyes, the mentality. The mind is so foreign and strange.... People automatically assume that other person has never heard a good joke than made hi shoot SOME liquid out of his/her nose at some point in their life, that they have never felt passionate about a cause, never loved someone or someplace or something-- their mind is just different.
"Why, there's no way he could have told that 'dog walks into a bar joke' that I said four moments ago! He's black! Black people don't tell those kinds of jokes!"
Dawson's Creek, a psuedo-soap about college students killed of a character a couple seasons ago. The actor maybe asked for a raise, or tried to blackmail the studio, so he was killed off-- no character is so unique as to be unreplaceable. But what made this character's death unique was the way they killed him off, put him out of the series. They had him admit he was gay. *Poof!* No more character. "Omigod, there's a queer guy hanging out with straight kids! He's an outsider! Different! NAB HIM!" And let the beatings begin.
What a sad world to live in where a little girl can't even finish a conversation she started with a *stranger*.
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Re: Sad sad place to grow up in.......... by Meranda_Jade (scurtis510@home.com) on Jul 13, 2001 - 12:22 AM (User info | Send a Message) | but I *do* talk to the baggers... I talk to damn near everybody... just not when my kids are involved... that mother's instinct takes over, and I see everything in the world as evil where they're concerned... I know it's something I'll have to get over eventually, I'm ultra-over-protective, and I realize that this could cripple them over time, but like I said before, these are scary times. You never know who is going to have the urge to hurt someone else... it's not about people being different, it's what the world is like these days. There is a serious lack of ethical behaviour in humans... there are those who *get it* and they wouldn't hurt anyone, but there's lots more who are only out for themselves, and if they thought they could get away with it, would cause all the havoc they could, just for something to do. Maybe a pessimistic view overall, but I tend to give everyone the same chance at friendship... just not when it comes to my kids. Cause they aren't old enough to know how to take care of strange situations, and odd people. They aren't big enough to defend themselves if they need to. I agree, it's a sad world to grow up in. I wish it was more like the times I grew up in, although things were getting bad even then, just not as pervasive as it is now... |
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