Me: “..and never asked Rudolph to join in any Reindeer Games…”
4yo: “Why didn’t Rudolph just ask to play with them?”
One quick question from a 4yo turns a story of simple bullying into a deeper, more human story of self exile and the isolation of social anxiety.
Except that the lyric is “let poor Rudolph,” not asked. And why is this being discussed in late January?
Hi Pib, I had to go over to Bethlehem early this AM to get my ladder for painting and return Jake’s rug steamer. On the way back I wanted to stop at Buss Paints, so I figured I’d stop at the old Hieter’s diner for some breckie.
The girl who waited on me could not have been more than 20-22, but with her fabulous hair (French twist, bun on top) she looked like something out of the Mad Men era. Which is to say exactly like a waitress in a diner in the 50’s/60’s. I though, wow how stylish, for a girl barely out of high school, and such a strangely weird/mature style.
So I said to her “I like your look — are you going for a Mad Men thing.” She seemed to be quite flattered and said, “Do you know Jersey Shore?” and started to explain, and I said I’ve never seen it by I’ve read about it and know what it is. She said, ” Yeah, OK, well I got this look from Snookie, and it’s really easy to do and …”
Another illusion shattered. Not that stylish. I mean in the abstract it was, and so I guess she deserves credit. But in the context she gave, it was merely perfect for a 50’s waitress, which sadly moves it more over toward slutty territory. (I wondered, Emmaus High? .. how the classy have tumbled.)
Yers truly, Shallow Dad