A Room With A View

Today I looked out the window to find a little boy chasing around his chow dog with a baseball bat. Not that I was looking to find that. I don't know what kind of person hopes to see a dog being humiliated by a seven year old neighbor who probably still wets his pants. But I found it nonetheless.

The dog was tied to a rope and couldn't get away as the boy swatted and swayed clumsily with the bat. Maybe he was drunk too? Those suburban kids start early with the booze.

And I thought to myself, "Maybe this is what seven year olds do when they have no supervision."

But no. I look out my window a little farther to see that his mother is just standing there watching. Probably drunk, too.

The whole drunk suburban family (because families these days only consist of divorced mothers and their fatherless sons), enjoying their hatred of animals. That's what I call bonding, friends.

How to Deal with Endings

Typically, things end with a period (.) Grammar is so easy to construct an ending, a goodbye. All you need is a simple (.) or (!) and you're golden.
Ending a conversation is slightly more difficult. In American culture, you greet a person by saying, "Hey, how are you?" and then walk off without a response, because we have an unspoken agreement with people that our 'hellos' are also our 'goodbyes.' Similar to the Hawaiian 'aloha'.
But leaving a place, knowing you will most likely never see some faces again, what do you do?

My plan: Shout "period!" and "exclamation mark!" whenever you leave someone you will probably never see again. Even though they may have no clue why you suddenly got grammatical terrets, they will always remember you as the person who shouted nonsense right before leaving. And maybe they'll smile. And wonder who the hell was that kid?!