A Wednesday night about 8:30, there's a little boy, no more than 4 or 5, wandering around near my desk. He appears to be alone. This, in itself, is unremarkable. His parentorguardian could be nearby. A security guard asks him "are you here alone? where's your momma?" The boy says "over there," waving vaguely. The guard starts to walk around with him, the boy sees his mother and runs to her, and she acts surprised to see him. Guess what the woman says to the child.
Remember, it's Jamaica, Queens, at 8:30 on a dark January night.
The child is no more than 5, if that.
The woman says to her child, "I told you to stay in the car!"
Remember, it's Jamaica, Queens, at 8:30 on a dark January night.
The child is no more than 5, if that.
The woman says to her child, "I told you to stay in the car!"
3 comments:
I've just spent an hour enjoying your wonderful blog. What an amazing sense of humor you have! What awesome photos you take. Thank you for sharing my coffee hour.
I'm with Clytie-your blog IS amazing. I love the way you write. You remind me of someone....Hmmmm...
Well, I think it might be my sissy.
On the way home she had him run into the bodega to get a pack of butts and a 40 ounce.
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