There's an assumption of acquaintance, by means of shared minority. So all the black guys on my floor at work had at least said "hello" to me in my first week, and there are many white guys here who'll never say a thing. I know where they are, they know where I am.
Oh, I knew that!
Nothing cracks me like people who stand in a long line at a counter and only start to look at the menu when it's they're time to order.
The farmer's market here would make most of you into murderers. It's a rabbit warren of rooms in a old brewery. No discernible lines. People stop and talk in tight areas where people are trying to get through. They swing their baguettes with no concern for others. If I don't get there before 9AM, I just don't go.
My pet peeve is people not having their wallet out and ready when they get to the cashier. Dude, you were waiting in line to PAY--don't you think you could assume you would need to get at your money or credit card?
Yeah, I think that's my biggest pet peeve mentioned so far.
Where do peeves come from, anyway, and who thought it'd be a good idea to make pets of them?
But if you've noticed what size my rack is, you damned well better have noticed my race.
Two completely different parts of the brain, I should think.
Yeah, I think "I don't even notice race" is the new version of "some of my best friends are black!" And by new, of course, I mean... er, not new.
ita, come look down here to look and I will take care of you and not make eggs!
That's not fair, ita. They're not allowed to do that on my birthday!
Oh jeez, ita. Good luck with that.
That blows, ita. Good luck.
After a week on the tube in London, I found myself rushing around, dodging tourists and getting testy for people who stopped in the middle of the halls.
I think once you getting acclimated to the unspoken rules of pulic transport just takes a bit of time. And a few shoulder check.
Adding to my list of things that make me a crappy person, the sound of a child whining or crying sets my teeth on edge, unless the child belongs to me in some way. Like, Noah or my niece or someone like that crying has no affect other than nurturing said child.
Stranger kids? I have to get as far away from the crying as possible.
Doesn't make you a crappy person. I find myself wanting to get as far away from my OWN whiny kids as possible on occasion.
Getting Owen ready for school today was a battle royale. Over pants. He didn't want to wear the jeans I gave him but he woulldn't pick out an alternate pair. He just stood there and screamed "NOOOO!" in my face for about five minutes. He finally relented and picked out a pair of soft cordoroys he likes but sheesh. I couldn't figure out where the communication breakdown was occurring.
Then I had to drag Liv out of the school kicking and screaming at drop off because she wants to stay and play with the big kids.
I would pay someone $5K to come here for a few months and civilize my kids since I'm obviously doing such a shitty job at it.
