A couple of weeks ago, while enjoying an evening bevy or two on a local patio, I heard a loud banging noise that seemed to be coming from the vicinity of three teenage boys. Closer examination revealed that they were violently attacking a Sun paper box. I extricated myself from my comfortable seat in order to quell this metal melee. I approached the main offender and said, "Hey ASSHAT, what the hell are you doing?" He said, "I’m mad at this paper box. We’re trying to check out movie times and this box stole my money." Although I considered their methodology somewhat overstated, I understood their frustration. Once I realized they weren’t just youthful vandals, some laughter and chat ensued. Before I left, the kid said, "By the way, what did you call me when you first came over?" I said, "I called you an ASSHAT." He said, "Cool. Where’d you get that word from?" I was going to say "Goober" but I just said, "the Internet" instead.
Keepin' it real,
Queenie.
Keepin' it real,
Queenie.
