Kissing in the Deli Department

Part 2

On that same day, we went to our local grocery store for something, I can’t remember what.  When we got there I noticed a young couple get out of their car.  They were holding hands as they went inside the grocery store.  I remember I thought it was sweet to see a young couple so innocently holding hands.  As we made our way to the produce isle, I saw the young couple again this time at the deli counter.  Much to my surprise the couple was two young girls, still holding hands.  Okay so no big deal, not a big surprise because this is the 2000’s.  Everyone and their sister have come out of the closet confessing to being gay.  Who isn’t?  I would have been totally fine had they not started making out with each other right at the deli counter tongue quid pro quo. 

Am I gay bashing?  Call it what you will. If it had been a girl and a boy, my opinion would still be the same.  There is a place for everything and the deli line at the grocery store is not the place for touching tongues or swapping spit.  Please do me a favor and get a room.

© Crackerberries 2013

Peeing in a Parking Lot

Part 1

I am apprehensive about leaving my house.  More times than not when my husband asks me if I’d like to go out somewhere, I choose to stay home.  Some of the things I am exposed to are very disturbing and I am fearful because I know that it is only going to get worse in the days ahead.

I remember when men opened doors for women.  Children didn’t interrupt their parents.  Men took their hats off in church and at the dinner table.  Please and thank you were used in normal conversation.  People practiced the golden rule of doing unto others as you would have them do unto you.  And last but not least, if you didn’t have anything nice to say, didn’t say anything at all.

A couple of weeks ago we made our monthly trip to the local trash station.  I prefer to call it “the dump” but to protect the environment dumps have been replaced with the Collection and Recycling Centers.  After disposing of our trash and other recyclables, we stopped to gas up the truck at the place on the corner.  My husband went into the store to pay because the debit/credit card option on the pump was out of order, and I sat in the truck waiting for him. 

My attention was drawn to two young adults in a new SUV.  They were probably in their early twenties, talking and laughing.  One disappeared inside the store while the other one commenced to pump gas.  Soon the other boy joined him outside the SUV at the pump.  He was talking with his hands and laughing loudly.  The boy that pumped the gas finished, put the nozzle away, and got in the truck.  The other boy leaned up against the grill on the front of the SUV as if he was going to climb up on the bumper.  To my horrified surprise, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and commenced to urinate.  The SUV was parked directly in front of the store in broad daylight, and he was peeing right in front of me.  I was aghast! 

I thought about the mother of that boy on our way home.  What would she think if she knew her son did that?  I thought about my son. Would my son do something like that?  I hope not.  I know we cannot blame parents for a child’s mistakes, and we cannot blame children if their parents do not teach them well.  But one hopes that someone will take the time to teach a child at a young age the difference between right and wrong.  I am not saying that peeing outside is a right or wrong thing … when nature calls one should answer it.  I think discretion should have been used.  Instead of peeing outside in front of a busy store, in front of people sitting in their cars, the young man should have at least walked out behind the store.

© Crackerberries 2013