i just picked the Kid up from her school - she's taken to using her disabled students bus pass again (???) and finished for the day at about the time I arrive in the neighborhood. so i picked her up and was she ever in a foul mood when i got her! wooooo! yoiks!
today is her day to go to "sea world" as she calls it - her adapted PE classes all happened to fall on mondays and wednesdays. so she goes in and there's these old people who keep calling her dearie and fawning over her, and a couple of loud, middle-aged fat women in the class. she calls them "shamu" and "walrus"... who are overmedicated on something. or pickled (aka vodka). she's not sure. who are just sort of all over her at every class, trying to get her to talk and trying to mess with her hair (it's very long). both of those things just drive her up a wall. they're so huge (fat) that they walk with canes and so she has no sympathy for them having to take adapted instead of regular exercise classes. i tell her at least they're trying to lose it, but hey, she's a kid and is short on sympathy sometimes.... especially when they just mess with her hair without even asking if they may or anything.
anyway, today she says she's waiting for the bus to go to school (thankfully there's our stop, and the next one is the school) and not looking forward to going to sea world anyway. so she's down at the bus stop at the end of the drive, in her dad's old army field jacket, carrying her yoga mat, and wearing her yoga pants and doc martens, with her hair piled all up on top of her head instead of in the braids she tends to wear. says like two guys drive by slow (two separate cars) and are hollering out the window at her for her phone number, address, can they give her their numbers, etc., and she was just mortified. she was out there for less than 10 minutes, waiting for the bus to come. at eleven in the morning. wow. (the neighborhood is getting funky again? i asked her what they were yelling and it was just phone stuff - can i call ya, call me, etc., - not the usual code one would hear up on the boulevard.)
told her not to worry, it's a busy street and there's no place for them to stop along there, so she can just stand behind the bench if she feels threatened. and if they start to get out of the car to just run like hell up towards the gas station. as busy as that street is, tho, nobody's going to really bother her. she said no, it's that she was annoyed. insulted. how DARE they! i swear, there was just about steam coming out of her ears. did her red hair proud, she did!
huh. how about that. she was mortally offended by the construction workers up in LA the last time we went there, too. whistling at her off the top of the building they were working on. kid'd have a breakdown in new york, she would. annoyed. huh. wow.
still wish we lived in one of our old neighborhoods. there was this big (and i do mean LARGE big - blot out the sun when he stood in a doorway large, and had to duck to get in the doorway) samoan guy who looked out for the apartment complex's kids. he'd just sort of stomp up to where there might be a hint of trouble happening for one of "our" kids and glare. i swear, the only thing would have been better is if he pulled out a kbar and started like picking his teeth with it, or something. "trouble" used to vanish reeeeeeallly fast on our block. and stay gone.
haven't got one of them now, darn it. just the russian guys who yell at the armenian guys who yell at the somali guys who try to figure out what the iranian guys are saying.... i live in the mini-U.N.
(ps and sorry, but the offense was that the guys were oooollllddd. like THIRTY, mom. like ewww. )
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