During a long subway ride home, I listened to one woman talk to her mother slash friend slash family member or whomever about “Brad”…”Brad”, someone who no one thought would adjust to New York City…”Brad”, someone who is working very hard at his job, and isn’t getting distracted by the issues happening around him. “Brad”, someone who holds no bearing on my life whatsoever, wholly encompassed my life for a solid 20 minutes. At least.
And then I listened, in detail, her pizza order. It was a medium buffalo chicken pizza, and no, she doesn’t need it delivered, she’ll be by in 15 minutes to pick it up. No, MEDIUM buffalo chicken pizza. MEDIUM. Gosh, can’t they get the order right? For MY SAKE? Because this woman was letting all of Brooklyn know about “Brad” and her pizza order. Note: I live in Queens.
After getting off the subway, I was walking up towards my apartment and passed two of my neighbors sitting on the stoop. I noticed it was a mother and son. It wasn’t until a few seconds later did I notice what was happening. She was grooming him. In the true simian sense of the word.
You guys, she was picking bugs…BUGS…out of her son’s hair!
I nearly threw up all over them. It was that gross.
If you know of any place in Queens that does not have family members of “Brad” or family members that pick lice out of their offspring’s hair a la monkeys, you should let me know. Because right now, both those things are bothering me enough to leave my street.
Ugh. Head lice.
August 14, 2008 at 2:26 pm
lol that’s gross…….. i do hope the lice she was combing out was on his head and not down ‘there’?