Places not to go in Frankfort
I went to wally world for some groceries today. This is often a way to run into the sort of people you don't want to run into, but most of the time they're harmless enough, even if they're ugly/unwashed/freaks/whatever-happens-to-be-the-flavor-of-the-day, but today there were two of them that I just couldn't make myself ignore.
First, I'm in the back, getting some eggs, and just a few steps away is a woman and a girl of maybe 8 years. The little girls points at the eggs and tells her (presumed) mother:
"Eggs! Know where eggs come from?"
"From where?" asks the woman obligingly.
"From chickens!" the girl exclaims with the triumph that only comes from knowing it all at the age of 8.
The woman turns on her and gives her the most FANTASTICALLY venomous glare, exclaiming: "EVERYONE knows eggs come from chickens! You don't have to tell anyone that! That's stupid! When you have something stupid like that to say, just SHUT UP, no one wants to hear you being STUPID!"
I'm not the type who typically gets involved in how people raise their kids, but this one was just a little too much for me, so I actually explained to the lady in no lower a voice than she had used, that if there was anyone who excessive amounts of stupid going on, it was her, and that maybe she should consider taking some class in basic intelligence and raising children, before they were taken away from her. She just stared at me while reddening for a moment, but then a little old lady jumped in and agreed with me, and at that point she stormed off.
Not two minutes later I'm looking through the shelves for my particular cranberry juice, and when I turn back to my cart to put the juice in there, there's this woman standing there completely engrossed in the contents of my cart. I mean, she's standing right next to it, one hand on it, looking over the items.
"See anything you like?" I ask, but get no response, just a crazy stare. "I can show you where I found them. It's just amazing. There were lots of them!"
She giggled sort of hysterically and half ran away from me.
Now tell me what I did wrong here, and why it is that K somehow always finds a reason to stay at home when I go for groceries.
First, I'm in the back, getting some eggs, and just a few steps away is a woman and a girl of maybe 8 years. The little girls points at the eggs and tells her (presumed) mother:
"Eggs! Know where eggs come from?"
"From where?" asks the woman obligingly.
"From chickens!" the girl exclaims with the triumph that only comes from knowing it all at the age of 8.
The woman turns on her and gives her the most FANTASTICALLY venomous glare, exclaiming: "EVERYONE knows eggs come from chickens! You don't have to tell anyone that! That's stupid! When you have something stupid like that to say, just SHUT UP, no one wants to hear you being STUPID!"
I'm not the type who typically gets involved in how people raise their kids, but this one was just a little too much for me, so I actually explained to the lady in no lower a voice than she had used, that if there was anyone who excessive amounts of stupid going on, it was her, and that maybe she should consider taking some class in basic intelligence and raising children, before they were taken away from her. She just stared at me while reddening for a moment, but then a little old lady jumped in and agreed with me, and at that point she stormed off.
Not two minutes later I'm looking through the shelves for my particular cranberry juice, and when I turn back to my cart to put the juice in there, there's this woman standing there completely engrossed in the contents of my cart. I mean, she's standing right next to it, one hand on it, looking over the items.
"See anything you like?" I ask, but get no response, just a crazy stare. "I can show you where I found them. It's just amazing. There were lots of them!"
She giggled sort of hysterically and half ran away from me.
Now tell me what I did wrong here, and why it is that K somehow always finds a reason to stay at home when I go for groceries.