Exactly The Wrong Place

I was trying to have just an ordaniry day like everybody else, and at some point between my gardening__needed to break-up the routeen, to go into the village for strings and a bag of soil. actually, not that anybody probably cares, i needed to transplant two pumpkin-plants so that they and some others placed in this section previously__can all grow up-along the string towards my third-floor appartment; again, all from the same section of the garden, because, nice, new neighbours have finally rented the empty first floor on that side of the building, and probably will be staying longer than my former last room'mate did; though it is doubtful they will ever be here as long as the tenant previous to that, who was one of my land'lords good friends and workers, Bob, and staied here all of fifteen years.

Well quickly once i got this idea into my head, as the saying goes "all hell broke out"! as much as it should have been an enjoyable experiance, suddenly i was in a place i hated to be, a place full of confrintation, a place where had i been on eather of these two people soon to be identided__would have best described itself as: Public Humilation & Embarassment. You see, this combination of ladies, children and shoppers were directly in front of me, argueing because it appeared someone had steped in-front of the group.
Let me make that more clear:

There were these two Sisters and three of their kids, all finely-dressed, in what i call the group. then there was this tiny, little White-girl who was what i call the-shopper. Well aparently this tiny, denam or jean-clad white girl had cut in front of the black group some. none of us in line knew which cash register we were going to end-up at anyway, because there were so meny people waiting in line__we didn't even know whick bank of redgisters oor on what side of the counter we eventually would end-up at anyways. if ever people had the oppertunity to cool their jets and be civil to one another__certianly this was it !!

It wasn't quite working-out that way however, because big, important, loud, black-family decided the entire store needed to know they were there, and just how important they actually were. they refussed to allow the situation be resolved__long after it actually was. their 6-8 or nine year-old children__were sticking out their toungs, in rude gestures of defence__reguarding the actions of their alledged adult handelers. and i'm sure every coustomer was feeling suddenly we all were in exactly the wrong place !!
Immagian, as i should have done or commented on while in the store: We have young men and women in Afsganastain fighting for a war that itself too is un-just, because, Afganastan, i think, should tie-up its bootstraps and elimanate their Drug Problem they insist on transporting around the globe, before they ask us to die for them, or at least show us that they are trying to. and the weman-folk back-home can find nothing better to do than fight obver who was in line first__some forty people behind whoever is going to reach the cash-register !! Gosh, it makes me so proud to be a Canadian lol
Their, is that Political enough for you ?

The trouble with this situation in the store is: i know this black-family. i have had the misfortune of finding myself behind them__ walking up and down the iles. their kids lag behind the parents, or adults, and prevent anyone who knows where they are going, from passing their group. they look behind to make sure they are slowing you down, and, the parents or adults look at you as though you were a peice of garbage, and had no right to be within their vicinity. they have done this even to me, one of their Brothers; though until today i never confronted them. i could take their abuse by myself, and let it roll off my back. but seeing them pick on this tiny, little girl, and not be able to let the situation be resolved in a mannerly way...it was just too much !! i had to put the family in place, and speak to them even as loud as they__so that everybody could hear; although unfortunatly i don't think i got to say it quite as elequently as i have here. nobody assisted me in my defence of this little white-girl, even as black family were threatening something barely short of phisical violance against little white-girl, except little white-girl herself. and i'm proude of her for that, because i didn't defend her nearly as well as i should have, or probably would have; had i not been guilty of simply wanting to get out of an uncomfortable situation, and, more concerned about making a point as to why it was making me feel uncomfortable.
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