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Sunday, May 09, 2010Parking Lot DramaIt’s been awhile since I’ve updated this blog. To those who e-mailed, texted, left messages on my FB wanting to know what was up and asking that I update the blog, thank you for the love. I promise to update more often. Here’s today’s story…. The older woman was screaming at her son who appeared to be in his mid-20’s. Her face was contorted in rage and the words that were spewing out of her mouth would’ve made a sailor blush. The young man appeared to be embarrassed his refused to meet her eyes and hung his head. Around them a crowd of people stopped to watch the parking lot drama, hey everyone needs a hobby. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have stopped to watch but the woman had chosen to play Sarah Bernhardt in front of my car. I had no choice but to wait it out. As she went off on him I found myself wondering what could this kid had done that was so bad that his mom was calling down the wrath of god on him. She stepped up to him and got all up in his face. “ If I had known this was going to happen, I would’ve knocked on your mother’s door and told her to get an abortion!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. I winced and the kid picked up his head and stared at her in shock. Okay I guess the woman was not his mom. The crowd fully believing in interaction gave a collective gasp quickly followed by random comments. “Oh shit!” “Snap!” “Burrrrrrrrn !!” “Smack that bitch son!!” “Baby, please don’t make a scene!” The boy toy pleaded. I shook my head, “Too late my man.” I said as I walked past them and my car. Labels: NYC stories 4 comment from: Darla, Darla, momoirotoeic, christina/ohio,
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