Giggles

I'm thinking about having a weekly post detailing happenings that I witness that leave me giggling to myself - because it happens nearly once a day. 

This week's ordeal:

So I'm walking along 33rd and was just about to cross the street when a man...or should I say -animal  (and no that is not harsh for what I saw him do/the story I'm about to tell) starts driving his car and then all of the sudden opens his car door, and he hocks a loogie.  Now even writing that makes me cringe but that is the only way to describe it!  I sincerely apologize for the visual you are getting...

Anyway, ironically enough to the normal onlooker, I immediately started laughing to myself - and here is why:

Family stories that get told over and over again but continually get funnier as you think of/retell them are priceless.  My family has so many but I think one of my favorites goes like this:

Scene: My Mom and Patrick are in the car.  Patrick is about 12-14 years old.  My Mom was obviously driving and Patrick was in the front seat.  They are driving along and come to a red light.  They are the first car in the left lane and there is a man his car in the right lane next to them.  All of the sudden, the man rolls down his window and spits something nasty out the window.

Enter comment of utter disgust by Rosie, aka Mamma Noons, aka Jack-of-all-Trades:

"There you go.  That's dis-gusting.  YOU PIG!"

Patrick doesn't know what to think - looking back and forth between "the pig" and Mom - grossed out by the man and in shock of Mom yelling.

Patrick's recollection of the story, even some 10 years later, is beyond priceless as he adds hand gestures and inflection in his voice that leave us all in hysterics.

So yes, after initially being in a state of disgust and shock, I was immediately taken to my kitchen table where that story has been told about 5,000 times and I laugh just as hard.  

So man in the white truck --- you're a PIG!