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zeppomarksOn the way out the door to get my allergy shots for the week, Paul sent me an email and told me to remind him to back up his failing computer when I got home. I grabbed a sharpie and wrote myself a quick note on my hand so I wouldn't lose it.
In the waiting room there was the woman with the four kids that I see every week, although the kids are all extremely well behaved she always looks a bit tired The eldest who appears to be about eight grips his Wolverine glove with the "super claw action" tightly to his chest. While he tries to slide onto one of the taller chairs his grip betrays him and pieces fall to the floor. The other children rush to the fallen bits and he shrieks "DON'T TOUCH IT!!! His mother shoots him a look and he quiets and says in a hushed tone, "don't touch my stuff - I told you!"
The mother then calmly explains that if he doesn't feel like he can share properly with his siblings that the Wolverine glove will go into the depths of her purse where he will not have access to it until all of the day's errands are completely run. He squirms in agony and then distributes the orange plastic flying disks to his younger siblings and will allow them to "touch" the Wolverine paw while he holds it.
Eventually tugging starts with low tone whining and shoving and the mothers tries to break up it up as quietly as possible. I marvel over the complexities of communication.
I dig into my purse and find a piece of paper and fold it very quickly into the only airplane that I know how to make properly: a pope's hat. It sailed smoothly past the huddle of young children and they stared at it slack jawed. Three of them rushed for the plane to throw it and I quickly whipped up two more. Little planes were flying everywhere in the empty waiting room and the mother thanked me profusely. The eldest watched intently until he casually set down the glove with the spring action claws and the flying orange disk shooter and came to my side. He whispered like it was some secret exchange "Can you please make me a plane?" I folded one up and handed it over. He then entered to airplane fray with his brother and sisters.
I waved to all the kids when it was time to go and got back into the bug to drive home.
While I was waiting at the stop light for my exit I saw the guy who stands there with the sign that says. "HOMLESS - PLZ HELP"
He approached the car brandishing his sign and then took one look at my hand and headed for the car behind me. Confused I looked at my hand.
"BACK UP!"
Here is how you make a pope's hat.
In the waiting room there was the woman with the four kids that I see every week, although the kids are all extremely well behaved she always looks a bit tired The eldest who appears to be about eight grips his Wolverine glove with the "super claw action" tightly to his chest. While he tries to slide onto one of the taller chairs his grip betrays him and pieces fall to the floor. The other children rush to the fallen bits and he shrieks "DON'T TOUCH IT!!! His mother shoots him a look and he quiets and says in a hushed tone, "don't touch my stuff - I told you!"
The mother then calmly explains that if he doesn't feel like he can share properly with his siblings that the Wolverine glove will go into the depths of her purse where he will not have access to it until all of the day's errands are completely run. He squirms in agony and then distributes the orange plastic flying disks to his younger siblings and will allow them to "touch" the Wolverine paw while he holds it.
Eventually tugging starts with low tone whining and shoving and the mothers tries to break up it up as quietly as possible. I marvel over the complexities of communication.
I dig into my purse and find a piece of paper and fold it very quickly into the only airplane that I know how to make properly: a pope's hat. It sailed smoothly past the huddle of young children and they stared at it slack jawed. Three of them rushed for the plane to throw it and I quickly whipped up two more. Little planes were flying everywhere in the empty waiting room and the mother thanked me profusely. The eldest watched intently until he casually set down the glove with the spring action claws and the flying orange disk shooter and came to my side. He whispered like it was some secret exchange "Can you please make me a plane?" I folded one up and handed it over. He then entered to airplane fray with his brother and sisters.
I waved to all the kids when it was time to go and got back into the bug to drive home.
While I was waiting at the stop light for my exit I saw the guy who stands there with the sign that says. "HOMLESS - PLZ HELP"
He approached the car brandishing his sign and then took one look at my hand and headed for the car behind me. Confused I looked at my hand.
"BACK UP!"
Here is how you make a pope's hat.
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Date: 2007-03-02 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-02 07:42 pm (UTC)blarglesmogkhaha
Date: 2007-03-02 07:43 pm (UTC)Re: blarglesmogkhaha
Date: 2007-03-02 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-02 08:20 pm (UTC)You're awesome! :)
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Date: 2007-03-02 08:21 pm (UTC)i remember when you made some for us to toss at people at d*con
good times
:D
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Date: 2007-03-02 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-03 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-03 03:24 am (UTC)Priceless.
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Date: 2007-03-03 03:53 pm (UTC)Just spreading the chaos..
:)
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Date: 2007-03-09 11:15 pm (UTC)