My sister and I are snobs.
Get over it.
She has Coach purses, I write with a Mont Blanc pen...I'm not sure how we got this way really...
But we are a bit fussy and it turns out it may be genetic, being a bit of a snob.
I was picking Turbo up at school...this was when he was in 2nd grade...he said he had to go to the bathroom before we left.
By the way, I had him in this awesome magnate school. They had to wear uniforms, the teachers busted that ass..it was great. The principal was always around making sure kids picked up their coat and shit...
anyway, we were heading out and he had to use the bathroom and he started heading away from a bathroom that was right there.
I said "hey, over here?" and pointed to the restroom.
He says, "no dad, that one is used by kindergartners"
he said it like a Klansman says "jewboys"
Clear distaste.
I said "kindergartners?"
he said " yeah, they don't even flush. Disgusting kids."
He was 2 years away from "being one of them" yet his distaste for "those people" was palpable.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Turbo Is One of Us
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2 comments:
I think you are right about the whole snob thing, but I am totally in denial about it. Chris has now become a snob after 8yrs of training from the master. He will now only wear clothing from Eddie Bauer or Columbia.
Good work!
you'll get him off the white bread soon enough...
Celebratoy lattes for everyone!
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