Respect All Grown Up


I was in the subway recently, making my way across the city to help a friend move to her new place, when I witnessed this exchange on the subway…

[Two girls in their mid teens are sitting on one side of the car. An older lady abruptly shuffles over from another part of the car for no reason and sits across from these two young gals.]
Girl 1: [Eyes the tote bag that the lady is carrying with obvious admiration.] Is that bag homemade? Did you make it?
Crotchety Old Lady: [Sneering.] What do you think?
[This abrupty ends the conversation. The train arrives at the next stop, and the older lady shuffles out.]
Girl 2: What was that all about?
Girl 1: I don’t know. All I asked was if she made that bag, it was cool. And she was all, like [Makes grouchy face and hand gestures (not unlike claws).] to me.
Girl 2: Weird.
Girl 1: Yeah. I don’t know why I bother being respectful to older people. I’m pretty tired of having so much respect for everybody.

That sucked for Girl 1, eh?

Of course, Girl 1 was sitting sideways across three seats with her dirty shoes up on the last seat.

Respectful my ass.

All Grown Up

It’s pretty much official.

Mrs. J and I are now proud card-carrying home owners.

As we handed our deposit cheque to the agent, I realize that the word owners begins with OW.

How appropriate.

Check out our new crib.
Click to enlarge…

Seriously, it’s a nice little bungalow in a nice neighbourhood.

I’m pretty happy about it.

However, anyone that wishes to give me money to pay down this little nest can feel free.