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| 10:16am 04/11/2009 |
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So it was Monday evening, November 2nd, and I was on my way home from work. it was about 7:30 or so in the evening, and dark, and cold. I reached my second bus stop, a well-lit, busy intersection wiht a large 3-bay bus shelter. You have to envision the shelter - a roof, with two half-walls dividing the sheltered space into three parts. the solid part of the wall is about 40 inches high, and each wall has an outward facing bench seat attached to it, with a park-bench style seat in the center bay.
As I approach, I see a small child standing in front of the center bay. He's warmly dressed, but he's wearing a halloween mask on the top of his head, as you would if you had been wearing it on your face and had just pushed it up.He has a woebegone expression on his face as I walk up, and I can't help asking, "Are you ok?"
He looks at me and says, in a teary voice, "I don't know where my mommy is!"
Before I can reply, I hear, from the other side of the wall in a tired voice, "Yes. You do."
With a grin and a giggle, the budding con artist turned and ran around the wall to where, I now saw, the woman who had answered him was just sitting up aftger rummaging in the bag at her feet.
Now, I have this idea, that leaped full-formed into my head. This idea that I know where he got the idea to do this. At some fairly recent point in his brief life, this kid genuinely got separated from his mom. you know, like in a grocery store or something. And some well-meaning stranger gave him a treat to comfort him until he could be reunited with her. And then it was Halloween, and he got to wear a mask and go around being cute at people for candy. So here he is, "separated" from his mom, wearing a mask, and telling a stranger that he's lost...
And from Mom's voice, she knows exactly how adorable her kid is, and she's heartily sick of this game.
No moral to this story, kids. I was just amused. |
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| Lalala... |
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| 07:32pm 02/11/2009 |
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mood:  Pisssed off
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Just got a job, lalala, finally getting good at it, lalala, it's being sent to FUCKING INDIA, lala..la....
I could go into the all the (MANY) reasons why this is stupid, and an idiotic fucking failure to plan, or train, or run an operational FUCKING office, but really, why bother?
So, just for tonight, I GIVE UP. Enjoy it world, I don't do this often.
Now, off for more tequila shots. God, I hate tequila... |
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| More Spooky Times |
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| 11:29pm 01/11/2009 |
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We got everything ready on Halloween, strung up some lights in the windows of the Beauty Shop and put out some spooky decorations including the bubble fog machine. We had a total of eight trick-or-treaters show up, plus one small child dressed as a chicken who came back twice because of how much she liked the fog filled bubbles.
Once we closed up shop, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) monstersocks got her costume together (Abby Sciuto from NCIS) and we headed out to Eric & Nichole's Halloween party. monstersocks' costume was gotten by a few folks. I've got pictures from Eric & Nichole's Halloween Party online. |
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