Posts Tagged ‘Robert Indiana’
April 29, 2014 | by Sadie Stein
Once, when I was working as a waitress, a mother came into the restaurant with her two little boys, whom we’d seen before. I must say, they were not particularly appealing children—they were wild and hard to control, and frequently cruised around the interior of the restaurant on scooters. On this day, one of them, about four years old, climbed atop an empty table and wouldn’t get down.
I said, “Honey, you have to come down from there.”
To which he said, “Fuck you!”
So I lifted him down bodily.
He ran to his mother in tears, screaming and whining. His mother said, “Sweetheart, the lady only did that because she loves you.” Read More »