Saturday, September 20, 2008

I bet you wish you had used those a couple of years ago


The little guy was wailing, the passengers on the bus winced and some covered their ears. The kid had a great future as an opera singer; his cries had managed to be heard by me despite the music blasting in my ears.


His mom looked as if she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her up, not even the promise of watching Dora the Explorer was cutting her some slack with the kid. As temper tantrums go his was an impressive one. I had to give it at least an 8 on a scale of 1-10. His face was beet red, his body was twisting, his feet stomping, the kid looked like a mini flamenco dancer in the middle of a dance routine.

His mom grabbed him off the floor and sat him next to her. He slid off the seat and screamed. She then tried putting him in her lap; his arms and legs flew all over the place kicking and slapping at the Rite-Aid bag she held in her hand. The bag flew out of her hand all of its’ contents spilling out all over the floor, the little boy threw himself on the floor as well and screamed louder.

A bottle of Suave Strawberry Shampoo rolled under the seat, her Tussy roll- on deodorant rolled down the aisle. A box of Trojan condoms landed by the feet of the old woman sitting in front of her. The woman looked down at the box and then back up at the mother. The young mother’s face flushed with embarrassment, “Hmph,” the old woman said as she shot a glance at the screaming toddler, “I bet you wish you had used those a couple of years ago.” I stifled a laugh as I bent down and picked up the condoms and handed them to her.

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