(sigh)
OMG.
Sitting in a diner in a grungy part of Baltimore recently (don’t EVEN ask me why I was there), I couldn’t help but be struck by the pitiful masses of humanity. These folks are most likely the salt of the earth with a screw loose, but their appearances scream, “I ain’t had no shower in two months and my momma don’t care!”
First of all, I was seated smack dab in the middle of half a dozen families with small, restless, wailing kids – sooooooooooooooooo conducive to digestion, you understand. And some of these folks make you do a quick intake of air (you know – a GASP!) when your eyes land on them. Like the kid with the Mohawk, semi-gothic clothes and a variety of body piercings. Or the 50+ guy with greasy, strangly hair down to his shoulders and more facial hair than the “Caveman” on those Geico commercicals. Or the flannel-clad guy who was about 6’4” and 130 pounds standing waiting to pay the check and getting more agitated by the second. I would have loved to have seen a pathology report on that poor guy’s liver. Or the young couple who were wrapped around each other with their tongues down one another’s throats – while their three young kids sat mesmerized. Or the semi-belligerous blacks about to do a dismount off their high horse. You know the type – loud, sassy, potty-mouthed and with a cell phone glued to one ear so they can continue their inane conversations for all the world to hear.
Sigh. As I said, these folks are probably good people. Their appearances just don’t reflect it. Keep telling me that it takes all kinds.
(sigh again)
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