A Surprise Encounter

Last Wednesday (09/04/2012) I went shopping, or at least tried to. I was looking for a specific piece of computer hardware and I went to about three different computer stores. Or rather, stores that sell computers and other equipment, looking for my gadget, and I never found it.

I had my eye out for a ZipLink, which is essentially a retractable computer power cord. I had one for my netbook, which is infinitely easier to carry than a regular cord. I was thinking I could use my old Ziplink, but the old one uses a two prong plug and my laptops both require a three prong one. This was why I was on the hunt. I know I can probably buy the thing on line, but I’m old fashioned and love to go into stores, look at, feel and by things the old way.

On the way home I took the bus. I get on and a mother with her four sons are already on the bus. They were all out of control and raising Cain. The youngest, who was just a baby was screeching his little head off. The two middle sons were play fighting with each other and raising a ruckus. And the oldest son was hanging upside down off the seat and singing at the top of his lungs “It’s a miracle, it’s a miracle. .” over and over and over again. His mom was so busy screaming and cursing at his brothers, she didn’t have time for the older kid. Yep, a typical “Ghetto Family”.

So, I kept frowning at the kid because he was disturbing my quiet time on the bus. I like to spend my commute reading and I couldn’t read with all of that clamor. Not only was he disturbing me, he was disturbing other passengers too. Two ladies got up and moved to the front of the bus. I didn’t bother to move because I was getting off after a few more stops. But I tossed an evil eye or two his way.

When I got to my stop, low and behold, The Ghetto Family gets off too. Only I got off the front of the bus (in NYC we have those long “attenuated” buses on some lines) and people can get off in the back.

“Oh no!” I thought to myself, as I walked down the same block behind them. Now the oldest is following me and singing his song loudly, instead of keeping up with his brothers and mom.

“Oh my God! He’s doing this on purpose!” I thought as I walked. Because he was walking right next to me and looking up into my face! I was obviously going to have to go head to head with the “Demon Child”!

“Now remember, Nanci this is someone else’s kid and you can’t do a Johnny Bravo or Jackie Chan on him.” I thought to myself, wondering if I should abruptly cross the street.

“Are those the only words you know?” I asked on the spur of the moment.

“Yeah.” he replied.

“In order to properly sing a song, you should learn all the words.” I said.

“Were you mad at me back there on the bus?” he asked.

“Yes.” I replied.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you are not supposed to sing so loudly in public like that because annoys people.” I replied. He had no reply almost as if his little ten year old mind was contemplating what I said.

“You better catch up with your family because they are leaving you.” I said, as I watch mom woman-handle the stroller containing his baby brother, down the subway steps followed by his rambunctious brothers.

“Oh they are not gonna leave me.” he said, confidently. Then he tossed off a quick wave and dashed off.

My heart melted at that very moment. His mom was so busy with his younger brothers, she simply paid him no mind. I guess she thought since he was older and therefore didn’t need any supervision.

What I thought was merely “acting out” was just his way of trying to get attention.

I hate to ask, but I wonder how many other kids do the same thing?

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