2001-07-01

Duh.

It's so bloody hot here, chickens; I deeply resent the fact that it's the dog days of summer, and it's only the beginning of July. Somebody do something to change this, pronto. Or else, I'll - um - get mean.

The houseboy and I just got back from the laundromat, where in the parking lot we were witness to definitive proof of my theory that there are them what should not be allowed to breed, period. This woman left her kid (he couldn't have been much more than 3 years old) in her parked SUV with the doors locked and the motor running, while she went into the grocery store to buy...something. Perhaps the National Enquirer. So she comes back out, and lo -- with the motor running and all, she hasn't got the keys to the SUV, and little Jason has no idea how to unlock the door. "Jason....unlock the door, honey." The windshield wipers flip back and forth, the hazard lights blink. "No, Jason honey, flip the button up and open the door for Mommy."

Eventually she had to get one of the cashiers outside, and the two of them are yelling these varied and complicated instructions to little Jason, who doubtless would rather be home watching "Blues Clues." Eventually they managed to get the kid to open the window.

Everybody sing together now: "Teach your children well...."

lisamcc at 2:31 p.m.

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