This isn't necessarily political, but it's a good little commentary on exasperation. -Bill
'Small Things Ruin the World'
By Lindsey Muth
My belief in the goodness of the world was destroyed (if it ever really existed) in a single Sunday, between noon and bedtime.
On our way to the theater, our car ride was interrupted by a 2-year old, making his way unaccompanied down a sidewalk along a busy city street. "That can't be right," one says to oneself, and double takes, making sure that the small boy is not a midget or illusion but a real 2-year old. The car is turned around.
We rounded the small child up like a dog; he was terribly afraid of us. I knelt down and said, "Where do you live?" But, like a dog or a 2-year-old, he didn't understand the language. He only looked at me, decided to turn and escape. I followed him closely as he wobbled along, my friends triangulating to keep the kid from running into the street. I soon lapsed into dog talk, yelling coaxingly but commandingly, "Go home! Go home!" Which he did, eventually. We ended up in a yard with plastic playground equipment, and I had to knock on a door, half ajar, and ask the family inside if they had a small, dark-haired child in a red flannel and squat Levi's, because we had chased one to their yard from the busy street nearby
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