"City people could never survive in the suburbs," I say.
Now let me tell you why.
It all started on a very foggy day,
somewhere nearing the beginning of July.
I, a normal suburban girl, while driving in my car,
saw pedestrians crossing without looking.
"Now, this is quite bizarre,"
I think, "what do they think they're doing?"
People step into the street while the light is yellow.
"Utah mini-vans would not stop for that!"
I gasp, no, no, it would be a great big "Hello!"
A bumper's kiss they would receive -- call 911, stat.
However, this would not stop a handsome family of four,
who shouted and glared at me,
as they nearly walked into my passenger door.
Cars are dangerous - don't they see??
When I pulled into a crosswalk, to turn on a red light,
A man hit his fist against my window,
hoping to pick a fight.
I looked back at him with pity, "boy, you don't even know."
"If a man in a truck in Vernal, let's say,
watched you hit his blessed, loyal car,
you'd have a boot in your mouth before you said, 'hey!'"
"That would teach you never to venture that far."
A tradition occurs each day between four p.m. and six.
A group of men on Powell and Broadway,
sit on the curb playing checkers - we actually finally got a pic.
Sitting in the middle of traffic, it looks like they are here to stay.
These people obviously need to experience a faster way of life.
They have no idea what they are doing!
They need more hardship and strife,
more things to do, more avenues for pursuing.
"City people would never survive in the suburbs," I say.
So it is a good thing I am here.
I show them what is like living in a different way--
like how to properly move from here to there.
Now let me tell you why.
It all started on a very foggy day,
somewhere nearing the beginning of July.
I, a normal suburban girl, while driving in my car,
saw pedestrians crossing without looking.
"Now, this is quite bizarre,"
I think, "what do they think they're doing?"
People step into the street while the light is yellow."Utah mini-vans would not stop for that!"
I gasp, no, no, it would be a great big "Hello!"
A bumper's kiss they would receive -- call 911, stat.
However, this would not stop a handsome family of four,
who shouted and glared at me,
as they nearly walked into my passenger door.
Cars are dangerous - don't they see??
When I pulled into a crosswalk, to turn on a red light,
A man hit his fist against my window,
hoping to pick a fight.
I looked back at him with pity, "boy, you don't even know."
"If a man in a truck in Vernal, let's say,
watched you hit his blessed, loyal car,
you'd have a boot in your mouth before you said, 'hey!'"
"That would teach you never to venture that far."
A tradition occurs each day between four p.m. and six.
A group of men on Powell and Broadway,
sit on the curb playing checkers - we actually finally got a pic.
Sitting in the middle of traffic, it looks like they are here to stay.
These people obviously need to experience a faster way of life.
They have no idea what they are doing!
They need more hardship and strife,
more things to do, more avenues for pursuing.
"City people would never survive in the suburbs," I say.
So it is a good thing I am here.
I show them what is like living in a different way--
like how to properly move from here to there.
*wink, wink*
3 comments:
haha we will miss you when you are gone!
Annie, do you have a lot of time on your hands???? :)
Oh my, Annie. I really don't want you to have any more close encounters with taxi bumpers, disgruntled bus drivers or fists on your car window. I guess all great writers must live through angst in order to create such great literary pieces, but please be careful!!!! Your loving and protective Mother.
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