Monday, October 27, 2003
Last Wednesday I was returning from the lake, zooming down Rte. 14. For most of the one-hour journey a white-haired couple in a dark red car followed behind me. When we neared the shopping mecca just north of McHenry a gray SUV abruptly cocked in behind me cutting off the elderly folks. Actually the oldsters had to jam their brakes when the other car jutted his left fender into the nonexistent space. Yep, it was a Greebb (Greedy Blind Bastard), a Yuppie...a man in his late 30s/early 40s, his wife and two kids in the back seats. The old folks honked at the dude. And the Greebb, being the ass he is, took his hand and waved at them as he gave them a putrid grin. There wasn't even another car behind the old folks. This ass had to push his way in.
Some people are so damn irritating. Good thing that the light changed because I wanted to go back and do something…who knows what…probably kick his car, and then I would end up arrested. It's just unnerving how nasty people, supposed grown-ups can be. I believe a society's health is based upon the way they treat the young, the disenfranchised, and the elderly. This guy loses. He is pure creep.
When I related this story to my friend Dee, he told me about his first grade teacher, a Mrs. Leddle. The most vivid recollection for him was the day when he ripped the back of his pants and Mrs. Leddle bent him over her knee and sewed them right up saving him much embarrassment. The second recollection is this story:
An elderly father went to live with his son and his family, a son and a daughter. The father being old and a bit shaky accidentally pushed his bowl off the table and it crashed into pieces. The son yelled at him. The next week it happened again. The son went ballistic. He grabbed the wooden dog bowl off the floor and placed it in front of the dad, "Here…from now on you eat out of this!"
That evening the son went down into the workshop. When the father asked what he planned to make, the son replied, "I am making you a wooden bowl for when you get old."
