Morons

Just came back from having dinner in Chinatown with a friend. A couple of kids who looked like college students were stopped at the light; they were driving a shiny new white car and asked me for directions to an intersection in Kensington. I was trying to mentally place it, and I said, “What are you looking for?” They laughed and smiled and the young man said charmingly, “Oh, we really want Kensington and Somerset.” I told them how to get there, they thanked me and drove off.

It took a minute for it to sink in. They were going to one of the worst drug corners in the city.

And all I could think about was how healthy and well-taken-care-of they both looked, and how soon that was probably going to change. If I’d realized sooner, I would have screamed at them to go home and stop ruining the neighborhood.

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