My hearing has become very selective. One can actually call my ears elite the way they pick and choose their content.
It was 2 in the afternoon, an odd time for me to be in Starbucks, but I craved a cup of tea. Sitting at one of their counters all tables taken, I overheard the funniest, not to mention illuminating, conversation between a 20ish year-old Hispanic boy and his, what I assumed, was his younger brother no more than 10.
The kid had science homework he clearly wasn’t thrilled about. Who can blame him, was never my favorite subject either. If it were history, then you’d be talkin.
The topic was Greek Gods, at least in my estimation. Something relating to allegory verses concrete science. UGH…like who gives a shit, but kept that to myself.
The kid: Yeah, but like if Zeus was that much bigger and stronger, why was Promo, what’s his name? in his face ta ba-gin with.
Brother: It was the times man. If you was Greek, you hadda show what ya got, like that was big. You couldn’t lett-em know you was scared.
Kid: But Promo got-es ass kicked.
Brother: No he d-ent. He did get in a shitload’a trouble for stealin fia but, PRO-ME- THEEE-US… you gotta learn the name bro…did okay. Got ra-spect, prob-ly got laid a lot. There’s a kick ass side when you’s brave.
The kid drank his hot chocolate mulling over all he heard, while I hung off my chair like an arthritic caterpillar. You know I had to say something.
“That’s quite a lesson you just taught,” I said, my ears zooming in. “It really had its points without being too hard to get. I’m really impressed.”
He looked at me, his diamond earring blinding my left eye, and said, “If they taught rap-like in schools plain like, the kids would get more. He’s smart,” looking at his brother, but soma this shit is juss shit.
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”