Danger Zone

Well I certainly have my work cut out for me this time. Some of you probably heard me griping this weekend in the 7-11 parking lot or at the PTA Potluck Picnic in the Park (yes, I was invited).

These two losers I’ve been forced to bring on board as Bigs are in way over their head… sure it didn’t help that I assigned each of them one of our more “challenged” Littles … but seriously these two guys should have signs up all over town that says “I am NOT a role model!”

Deep breath, Gayle. If I can wake up every morning and make it through that 20-minute danger zone of everything looking and smelling like cocaine … I can deal with this.

To be honest … I see a little of my old self in the faces of these two young men. Not necessarily the infected, bloodshot eyes of self-loathing or the soft, fuzzy film hair that covers your skin when you haven’t had a nutritious meal in weeks. But simply in the confusion and uncertainty of life … and how it makes them feel trying to even be around these young boys.

Well if that parole agent with the dooky-eating grin was willing to give me a 2nd, 3rd, up to 7th chance, I think I can muster up the cajones to check-shot the BS for their 150 hours of community service. Heck, may be that these two aren’t complete douche-bags and really just need some sturdy wings of their own!

Gayle

PS: and is it me or does this bozo look like Ben Affleck??