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» The nicest thing someone's ever done for me
Neighbor by the lake
When I was 7 my wretched father was skipping out on the house we rented--we'd been there a couple of years but he drank and didn't like to work, so we had to scarper.
Flash back to the previous summer. I had received a handsome silver half-dollar for my birthday, which I somehow lost--possibly across the street, in my neighbor's lovely lawn. I had spent many an afternoon looking for it.
Now, 7 months later, as we were pulling away from the old place, the kind gent ran up and said, "Look, I just found your half-dollar!" I believed him and thought that for once, I got a break of almost cosmic proportions.
Years later I realized what he had actually done and knew I had gotten a break of actual cosmic proportions--this fellow who did such a thoughtful thing for a wee wretched child with lousy parents. I can't remember his name, the house by the lake is gone, I hear, due to erosion and fancy marina installation. But I know that when I was little and adrift there were people keeping an eye on me; and I realized my extended family--grannies and aunts and uncles--had been doing the same. I only got to thank a few, the rest have since died.
Thank you, mister. You were the high point of a wretched year--from the child you knew you would never see again but did such a nice thing for--I turned out pretty well, by the bye.
(Sat 4th Oct 2008, 17:01, More)
Neighbor by the lake
When I was 7 my wretched father was skipping out on the house we rented--we'd been there a couple of years but he drank and didn't like to work, so we had to scarper.
Flash back to the previous summer. I had received a handsome silver half-dollar for my birthday, which I somehow lost--possibly across the street, in my neighbor's lovely lawn. I had spent many an afternoon looking for it.
Now, 7 months later, as we were pulling away from the old place, the kind gent ran up and said, "Look, I just found your half-dollar!" I believed him and thought that for once, I got a break of almost cosmic proportions.
Years later I realized what he had actually done and knew I had gotten a break of actual cosmic proportions--this fellow who did such a thoughtful thing for a wee wretched child with lousy parents. I can't remember his name, the house by the lake is gone, I hear, due to erosion and fancy marina installation. But I know that when I was little and adrift there were people keeping an eye on me; and I realized my extended family--grannies and aunts and uncles--had been doing the same. I only got to thank a few, the rest have since died.
Thank you, mister. You were the high point of a wretched year--from the child you knew you would never see again but did such a nice thing for--I turned out pretty well, by the bye.
(Sat 4th Oct 2008, 17:01, More)
» Common
Snips and Snails
At the risk of stating the very obvious, the not wearing of underwear by skanks in short skirts--Briney Spears springs to mind--not only do we not really want to see your hoo-hoo--and least not after the first 30 incidents-- but 1) you are ruining perfectly good leather seats in cars with your snail trails and 2) as you go out to your clubs and bars and other hangouts, aren't you the tiniest bit worried about what you are sitting in? Oh, wait. Brit-Brit famously walked into a gas station bathroom BAREFOOT. That's the equivalent of wading through a shallow cesspool.
Also, a shout-out to the posters on subsidized housing. I worked a year in a Federal office and you will see commonness there that is actually so far sunk beyond commonness it doesn't have a name.
(Sun 19th Oct 2008, 3:18, More)
Snips and Snails
At the risk of stating the very obvious, the not wearing of underwear by skanks in short skirts--Briney Spears springs to mind--not only do we not really want to see your hoo-hoo--and least not after the first 30 incidents-- but 1) you are ruining perfectly good leather seats in cars with your snail trails and 2) as you go out to your clubs and bars and other hangouts, aren't you the tiniest bit worried about what you are sitting in? Oh, wait. Brit-Brit famously walked into a gas station bathroom BAREFOOT. That's the equivalent of wading through a shallow cesspool.
Also, a shout-out to the posters on subsidized housing. I worked a year in a Federal office and you will see commonness there that is actually so far sunk beyond commonness it doesn't have a name.
(Sun 19th Oct 2008, 3:18, More)