Killing the Grinch
The season of the Grinch is upon us again, and I’m feeling a little more Grinch-y than usual today. As I was walking to my weekly brunch at Stone Soup, I encountered a group of teenage girls on the sidewalk. And by “teenage” I mean anywhere in between 13 and 24, because who the heck can tell these days, anyway.
As I approached them, I smiled with one of my usual “It’s a beautiful day in Cooper-Young” smiles. I got nothing in return. Not even an acknowledgement of my presence. Then I realized that this herd of heathens was not even going to make room for me to pass them on the sidewalk.
I was tempted to just strong-arm my way through the bunch, but I reluctantly stepped into the wet grass (in my flip flops, ugh) and muttered, “excuse you.” One girl actually laughed, to which I replied, “I probably know all of your mothers,” as I tripped over the edge of one of the freshly mulched ginko tree beds. They all giggled. I hope they all get coal in their stockings.
Speaking of stocking stuffers, you are all very lucky to live in a neighborhood full of plenty of gifts for all the good boys and girls. Gift certificates to some of the best restaurants in the city, massages and pedicures, yoga classes, and hand blown glass pieces are just a few of the great gifts you can pick up just around the corner.
And don’t forget to stop by our annual CYCA Membership Stuffing AND help us stuff our holiday bags for our first responders. A good time will be had by all! — June Hurt