me: i hope you meet a decent brotha
she: awww
she: where did that come from?
me: deep down inside
me: lol
she:
she: thanks so much
me: cuz i can’t take another sobbing phone call
she: lol
she: u remember
she:
me: that’s one for the ages
she: really
she:
me: it reminded me of when i was in jr. high and on halloween we got dropped off at the bus stop like 1/2 a mile from the projects
me: and halloween was time of TERROR, ya heard?
she:
me: as far as kids throwing rotten eggs. there was hard work behind making the eggs rotten. so i must have still been in elementary school come to think of it…5th grade or so
she: seriously
me: naw it was jr. high
she: lol
me: anyway…it was like driving through Beirut on the way home
me: kids in different neighborhoods throwing eggs at the bus….
me: it was almost as bad as getting shot
me: lol
she: damn
she: seriously
me: that’s how scared we were. anyway we made it all the way home but had that 1/2 mile,quarter mile to go…i remember som neighborhood kids i think the were older…we walking w/ us, talking w/ us… and all of a sudden they turned around and had eggs in their bags…and they hit this girl in the face from all sides. i remember she was fat and ugly…(in my childish recollections) so that probably got her singled out
she: u should blog
me: and it STUNK
me: and she cried this blubbery cry, and the rotten yolk got in her mouth…it was gross…and i felt sorry for her, but I was glad it wasn’t ME…..
she:
me: and that’s what you sounded like on the phone. the rotten eggs in the mouth girl.
we shouldn’t call kids fat and ugly. we shouldn’t call anyone fat and ugly. that’s how our children learn.
I remeber the egg scare! It continued until AFTER high school. I still shudder at halloween. Not for fear of ghouls or ghosts, but the damn month old rotten eggs!
You were a little mean (deliciously) to the woman you were talking to. You are so FUNNY! Kids I hope the little girl looks like a BABE now. Sweet justice. lol