Drew and I walked into Friendly's tonight for some ice cream but walked out with something else.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
The desire to never have a young teenage girl like any one of the cluster we saw gathered around the claw machine (I am not sure, what exactly, that machine's technical name is but it's the machine from Toy Story with all those little aliens in it that, when the claw starts reaching down, are oohing and aahing, saying, the claw! and the one who gets nabbed pipes up with I've been chosen in quite the same manner that any one of David Koresh's followers might have used...you know the machine?).
First of all, we walk in to an ice cream shoppe expecting that delicious vanilla and candy scent to waft towards us when instead we smell something rank and quite the opposite. Those girls are laughing uproariously and yelling at each other, respectively, for farting.
And believe me, I never even wanted to write that word on this blog. But these girls have forced my hand.
Now I understand the humor in it, I do.
It could be especially funny in, I don't know, the privacy of your own home.
In fact, I think that kind of joke is best done there.
Cause it seriously stank. I wondered if maybe there was something wrong with the plumbing.
Then these girls proceeded to use the basest words in the English language. With small children eating ice cream cones not three feet away.
Again, I understand that people have differing views on vernacular; that certain words which are offensive to some are simply funny to others.
But still, we are in public. There are small children. Have a care.
I guess my point is why didn't anyone ever tell these young teenagers to be aware of their surroundings? To realize that there are other people with whom they have to share this space? Why didn't their parents ever teach them about dignity, grace, honor?
About not smelling up their local ice cream restaurant?
As we walked out I looked at Drew and just said, Those girls...!
He finished my sentence with, ...Made me never want to have children at all.