notes from all over, take 2
So last Friday, I was hurrying along, trying to get into my car by 7:30 so that I'd be a little early for my 8:30 meeting. We don't have a key to lock or unlock the backdoor (it's a fairly useless escape route) so I have to walk around to get to my car. I'm skipping along in a skirt since the weather was 50 or so when all of a sudden, I freeze. There, crossing the street about 20 yards in front of me, is a skunk. A SKUNK. Now, where the hell do I live that I'm met with mice, bats and skunks???? This isn't the adirondacks, people.
But no, this happy little skunk is making its way across the street. So I kind of slither away stealthily in case it decides the direction it's going isn't working out and hightails it my way. But it looks as though he's on a mission and of course, he is, as he shuffles straight to where our apartment building keeps our garbage. I take the opportunity while he's skuttling around in there, to RUN as fast as my stupid heels allow me and climb into my car. I then rev up the engine and go, go, go. Because honestly, I think getting sprayed by a skunk would just be it for me. I would take that opportunity and say, yeah this isn't working out anymore. We're all very lucky people that the skunk stayed away (for now).
So I call my landlord on the way to work to let him know that we have a renegade in our trash and he tells me to make signs so that everyone knows to put the trash IN the bin. Hmm...helpful. And why does he always have me make signs?? The last time he didn't even like my signs. They were handmade in blue ink and he wanted them typed up in black. So fuck the signs, I didn't make them.
I haven't seen the skunk since then. I imagine it's still hanging out somewhere but as long as it's out of sight, then it's pretty much out of mind for me. That is until I smell it and freak out again, but in the meantime.
Yesterday, I was on the T heading to downtown crossing to raid Filene's with the rest of Boston since it's going out of business and there was a huge clearance for president's day. I'm just minding my own business when all of a sudden, this lady with a toddler (he was about 2 or so) comes and sits down across from me. Aww cute. No big deal.
That is until this mother summons up her baby voice and says to the child, "Ooohhh look at that young lady's feet! Her feet must be sooooo cold! Where are her socks??" And she's smiling at me and pointing at my feet. To which the baby turns to look at my feet and I can't help it, I like babies so I start wiggling my foot and making the "Ohhh brrrr" noises. But all the while, I am outraged!!!!
What kind of society do we live in where people use their children as a medium to scold a stranger??? I'm wearing heels in the afternoon with just a little bit of skin showing. So what do you care?? And why would you use your baby to point out your feelings??
That's like me walking around with a dummy and being like, "Oh Billy thinks the definition of a bad parent is one who can't control their screaming children!" or "Billy says you should've gotten braces when you were 12 because we're having a hard time looking at you right now."
You get what I mean. I just don't get it. My feet weren't even cold! And if they were, what did it matter to this woman? And if it really mattered, don't use your child to make a comment.
Grr.
And last, but certainly not least. A brief re-enactment of last week's Pittsford Girls dinner out:
Laur: "Okay so let's finally pick a date for our girls sleepover"
Me: "I can't do it the second or third weekends of March"
Laur: "And I can't do it the very last weekend in March"
Joan: "How about the fourth weekend in March? The 24th is a Friday"
Kristen: "Ahem let's see here, let me get out my day planner..."
Me: "You have a day planner!? And you USE it?? That's so cool. I always buy one and then never fill it in"
Kimmie: "I HAVE ONE TOO!!! And I always fill mine in!"
Me: "Oh wow, good for you! So then, how does the 24th work for you two?"
Kimmie: "Oh, I have a test that day"
Joan: "Well we won't be able to meet until 8 or so. What time is your test, Kimmie?"
Kimmie: "Let me consult my day planner! Oh, it doesn't say"
Joan: "It doesn't say? Who's IT? Who do you think puts the times in there?"
You haven't lived until you've heard Joan call Kimmie out. It was the cutest thing. Oh Kips :)
But no, this happy little skunk is making its way across the street. So I kind of slither away stealthily in case it decides the direction it's going isn't working out and hightails it my way. But it looks as though he's on a mission and of course, he is, as he shuffles straight to where our apartment building keeps our garbage. I take the opportunity while he's skuttling around in there, to RUN as fast as my stupid heels allow me and climb into my car. I then rev up the engine and go, go, go. Because honestly, I think getting sprayed by a skunk would just be it for me. I would take that opportunity and say, yeah this isn't working out anymore. We're all very lucky people that the skunk stayed away (for now).
So I call my landlord on the way to work to let him know that we have a renegade in our trash and he tells me to make signs so that everyone knows to put the trash IN the bin. Hmm...helpful. And why does he always have me make signs?? The last time he didn't even like my signs. They were handmade in blue ink and he wanted them typed up in black. So fuck the signs, I didn't make them.
I haven't seen the skunk since then. I imagine it's still hanging out somewhere but as long as it's out of sight, then it's pretty much out of mind for me. That is until I smell it and freak out again, but in the meantime.
Yesterday, I was on the T heading to downtown crossing to raid Filene's with the rest of Boston since it's going out of business and there was a huge clearance for president's day. I'm just minding my own business when all of a sudden, this lady with a toddler (he was about 2 or so) comes and sits down across from me. Aww cute. No big deal.
That is until this mother summons up her baby voice and says to the child, "Ooohhh look at that young lady's feet! Her feet must be sooooo cold! Where are her socks??" And she's smiling at me and pointing at my feet. To which the baby turns to look at my feet and I can't help it, I like babies so I start wiggling my foot and making the "Ohhh brrrr" noises. But all the while, I am outraged!!!!
What kind of society do we live in where people use their children as a medium to scold a stranger??? I'm wearing heels in the afternoon with just a little bit of skin showing. So what do you care?? And why would you use your baby to point out your feelings??
That's like me walking around with a dummy and being like, "Oh Billy thinks the definition of a bad parent is one who can't control their screaming children!" or "Billy says you should've gotten braces when you were 12 because we're having a hard time looking at you right now."
You get what I mean. I just don't get it. My feet weren't even cold! And if they were, what did it matter to this woman? And if it really mattered, don't use your child to make a comment.
Grr.
And last, but certainly not least. A brief re-enactment of last week's Pittsford Girls dinner out:
Laur: "Okay so let's finally pick a date for our girls sleepover"
Me: "I can't do it the second or third weekends of March"
Laur: "And I can't do it the very last weekend in March"
Joan: "How about the fourth weekend in March? The 24th is a Friday"
Kristen: "Ahem let's see here, let me get out my day planner..."
Me: "You have a day planner!? And you USE it?? That's so cool. I always buy one and then never fill it in"
Kimmie: "I HAVE ONE TOO!!! And I always fill mine in!"
Me: "Oh wow, good for you! So then, how does the 24th work for you two?"
Kimmie: "Oh, I have a test that day"
Joan: "Well we won't be able to meet until 8 or so. What time is your test, Kimmie?"
Kimmie: "Let me consult my day planner! Oh, it doesn't say"
Joan: "It doesn't say? Who's IT? Who do you think puts the times in there?"
You haven't lived until you've heard Joan call Kimmie out. It was the cutest thing. Oh Kips :)