last night while washing the dishes before the giants game, the phone rang. it was mitchell from the living room asking me to go get ice cream because he "doesn't feel well", which is now his go-to statement whenever he wants something (he says it before i do)...i told him that there was no way i was getting out of my pajamas... in a few minutes i heard the door close and the car start.
at the walgreen's cash register he bumped into a young man, in his twenties, that we know. in mitchell's hands were hagen daz chocolate and ben and jerry's "american cone"...and in the young man's hands, condoms and cigarettes...
there it is, my friends...the generation gap...in action, and inaction...
I enjoyed this.
Posted by: debora | April 10, 2011 at 01:16 PM