Manhattan Trash
White trash: it's not just for New Jersey anymore!
On Saturday night and Sunday morning, New York got dumped with snow. It was actually the largest snowfall ever recorded here. With two feet of snow, there were huge snowbanks on the edge of the street.
As we sat eating pizza on the Upper West Side, we saw a kid digging in the snowbank. He looked like he was probably 10 or 12 years old. Soon, he had a pit that must have been at least three feet deep. How cute, we thought. He's building a snow fort.
Oh no, not so cute. As soon as he had his snow fort finished, he started making snowballs and chucking them at passing taxis. What a freaking punk, you say. Well, you're right. He was a punk. Particularly punkish because he had no guts to throw snowballs at someone who might stop their car, get out, and give him the sound ass-beating he deserved.
But the story gets worse, because we soon noticed that the little punk's MOTHER was standing there, watching her son's criminal behavior, holding his coat for him. I cannot believe it. It would be bad enough if this kid were on his own, being a delinquent.
Instead, we've got his mom standing there condoning and assisting in his behavior.
I guess you can take the trash out of the trailer, but it's still trash.
And I swear, in ten years, when this kid is arrested for murdering someone in the course of a robbery, his mom will be on the evening news saying, "This is totally unlike my son. He's always been such a good boy. I don't think he has the capacity to do something like that."
On Saturday night and Sunday morning, New York got dumped with snow. It was actually the largest snowfall ever recorded here. With two feet of snow, there were huge snowbanks on the edge of the street.
As we sat eating pizza on the Upper West Side, we saw a kid digging in the snowbank. He looked like he was probably 10 or 12 years old. Soon, he had a pit that must have been at least three feet deep. How cute, we thought. He's building a snow fort.
Oh no, not so cute. As soon as he had his snow fort finished, he started making snowballs and chucking them at passing taxis. What a freaking punk, you say. Well, you're right. He was a punk. Particularly punkish because he had no guts to throw snowballs at someone who might stop their car, get out, and give him the sound ass-beating he deserved.
But the story gets worse, because we soon noticed that the little punk's MOTHER was standing there, watching her son's criminal behavior, holding his coat for him. I cannot believe it. It would be bad enough if this kid were on his own, being a delinquent.
Instead, we've got his mom standing there condoning and assisting in his behavior.
I guess you can take the trash out of the trailer, but it's still trash.
And I swear, in ten years, when this kid is arrested for murdering someone in the course of a robbery, his mom will be on the evening news saying, "This is totally unlike my son. He's always been such a good boy. I don't think he has the capacity to do something like that."
posted by N at 6:49 PM
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