Tonight I started reading some research about generational trends and I decided that I wanted to get an book about it for my flight tomorrow. I told my mother that I was going to run to Barnes and Noble to get it. This is what ensued:
Mother: Ummm... do you realize that it is 8:00? You can't go by yourself. It is dangerous.* Where is your brother? He can take you.
Miss Jill: He is 17. He got his license 7 days ago.
Mother: Something will happen to you.
Miss Jill: I used to live in the country with the highest homicide rate in the world. I lived in Harlem. I am 30.
Mother: TROY! Come take your sister to Barnes and Noble.
Baby Troy (playing video game): Doesn't she live in third world countries and stuff?
Mother: She can't go alone. It is too late.
Miss Jill: Do you have any conception of what my life is actually like?
Mother: I don't want to think about that.
Miss Jill (defeated): Fine. Troy, I will buy you a milkshake if you come with me.
Baby Troy: I would rather have the $5 you would have spent on it.
* Barnes and Noble is not exactly in the hood.
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Perhaps the reader should be given more information about this event. Troy, the 17 year old, had been playing the video game for 8 hours. His brain needed a break, and a bonding outing with his sister seemed like the right thing to suggest.
ReplyDeleteThe country with the highest homicide rate in the world...Hummm, perharps a place I might be familiar with?
ReplyDeleteI agree with Leslie. Video games rot minds.
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