“If it weren’t for my horse…”

Now for another entry in our occasional series of things I can never un-hear. All are spoken by actual humans. Well, perhaps not humans.

Today’s gem once again comes from a group of mothers lunching at one of Newtown’s many delightful eateries. I didn’t catch what the entire conversation was about, but for one instant, almost as by design, all the other ambient sounds in the room dropped out so that I might clearly hear the oldest of the bunch say:

“So I saw that my next door neighbor was out in her yard wearing overalls and a nice white cap, and you know she has such a deep tan, so I said to her, ‘oh, you look just like a little landscaper!'”

I heard that and I thought, “wow, so that’s how you say horrifyingly racist things in public and get away with it.”

How you do that twice, actually, now that I think about it.

JLK

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“If it weren’t for my horse…”

We have another entry in our occasional series of things I can never un-hear. All are spoken by actual humans. Well, perhaps not humans.

Today’s comes from my lunch just now at the farmer’s market across the street (which is a story unto itself). I was enjoying my milkshake while two thirtysomething women and (I presume) their five children were seated at a table next to me. Just as I was finishing up, one of them said:

“I’m finding it really difficult to be environmentally conscious and an on-the-go Mom at the same time.”

Okay, you see, the problem here is that you’ve already HAD children, but in the interest of minimizing the damage you’re causing to the human race I’m going to have to ask you to not have any more.