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| Source: TACLUDA |
Setting:
New York City on a muggy June day
Characters:
Two naïve parents from out-of-state with their much-wiser 30something son
Plot: Keep your eyes straight ahead; don’t make eye
contact
It was a day like any
other on the streets in Manhattan. A
tide of humanity streamed both directions, trying to avoid collisions. Blank eyes on blank faces flowed in
multi-colors. The rules were
simple: don’t make eye contact and don’t
react to anything you might see/smell/hear.
Keep moving, nothing to see here.
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| Source: johnnyberg |
It was after such a
day that the two simpleton parents from Podunk-ville returned to the Hotel
Pennsylvania. Defeat dogged their steps
and their son’s lecture rang in their ears:
Keep moving….
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| Wikipedia, God bless 'em! |
Macy’s was
ever-so-close, and at least there
they would feel some freedom to look at the merchandise and express emotion.
The ancient escalator
from “Miracle on 34th Street” took them from one floor to the
next. As they started to relax, some
teenagers got ahead of them on the few steps up.
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| Source |
The naïve mother
found her eyes at butt level with a teenage boy. Facing his drooping jeans, she read the label
on his boxers, which were perilously close to being dragged down by the weight
of the jeans. Oh, God, oh, God…should I yank them the rest of the way?...
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| Source: The Grio by Anthony Calypso |
Keep your eyes
straight ahead…but what about “…making butt contact”…? He/the
brilliant son never said anything about that…
The sagging pants phenomena has always bewildered me. Go to the listed source for answers, if you have also found yourself staring at boxers in the face. This site was very good, well written.
