Tuesday, October 05, 2004 Seen about town
Charles and maybe 26th street, a few weeks ago: A uniformed crossing guard yelling after a little boy, who was running away laughing. What was yelled: "No you didn't No you didn't just do that! I saw you! I know who you are, and I will be here tomorrow! Don't think I won't remember you."
You can run, little boy. After that, it's up to you. I haven't seen any dead little boys on that block, so either that crossing guard was all hot air, or she is very skillful at disposing of the corpses of children.
I walk to work because I'm too chicken to ride my bike, and too full of human dignity to take the bus. I don't mind the walk, but it restricts my footwear choices. Also, it's a great opportunity to meet boyfriends, who announce their intentions by hooting or hissing. I hate boyfriends.
posted by Frenz | 10/05/2004 01:32:00 PM
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