Tuesday, Jun. 28, 2005 @ 8:46 a.m.

Somebody call child services

Endless, endless patients, dripdripdrip trickling through my room. Tickets print up and spit out of the machine in pairs, groups. Patients here, on time, waiting in limbo. Limboing with magazines, newspapers, twitching feet and some standing like dirty things are on the seats. Patients smell good, some smell bad, a couple of them I like, the majority of them annoy with platitudes and one sided conversations. Pseudo-observations.

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My sister related an interesting story to me this afternoon over the phone, while I was at work. She started by telling me that my child really isn't the only heathen on the face of the planet, that, why, every child at one point or another tests their parents patience to the limit and even the worst offenders can still grow up to make positive contributions to society. Such as her husband, Greg. Apparently, he was such a rotten little bastard that his mother frequently entertained the fantasy of deserting her family and starting a new life far, far away. It wasn't unusual for Greg's father to haul him up in the air by one arm (therefore keeping the other hand free) and beat him like a pinata at a Mexican fiesta.

Greg's father was doing this exact maneuver in a public parking lot when a Good Samaritan stopped and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing and suggested anger management classes. These days, someone would be callin' the po-lice from their cell phone in their hybrid car and your ass would get chucked in jail before you could say "Somebody call child services". Personally, I think his father's first mistake was using his hand on his child at all. Never, NEVER hit a child. With your hand. Always use a stick or any other handy object; it saves time and energy, and really gets your point across.

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Reading~ Shadowmarch
Listening to~ Leapster Globe
Worrying about~ Costochondritis

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