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Showing posts from July, 2012

Wave or No Wave

An acquaintance from my distant past introduced me to a fun social guessing game he called “Wave or No Wave”.  The game is simple: When you spot someone walking on the sidewalk as you’re driving around town, you must decide immediately whether or not you think that person will wave if you honk your horn at them.  Then, do just that and see if they wave at you.  You’d be surprised by the number of strangers who actually wave at you without even attempting to identify your vehicle.  It’s quite addictive.  This game only works in small towns, of course.  If you do this in, say, New York, your horn would be lost in the cacophony of taxis, and passersby would completely ignore you.

I’ve taken to playing other social guessing games over the years.  When in New York or other popular cities, in lieu of “Wave or No Wave”, I enjoy partaking of “Tourist or Not a Tourist”.  There are two key accessories that I look for when playing this game: The shoes and the bag.  With very few exceptions, you’…

Bring on the bullies.

I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t being bullied.  It started the summer before kindergarten, so some of my earliest memories involve being the victim of attempted murder.  Or at least that’s how it felt when I was five years old.
The bully was my neighbor, whom I will call Summer (only because it was summer when I met her and I don’t know any real person named Summer, so there shall be no confusion).  Summer was also starting kindergarten in the fall, so I suppose our mothers thought it would be a good idea for us to play together before school started.  I can imagine the conversation going something like this:
My mom:  “Hi, Summer’s mom.  Our kids are going to be starting school soon, and they will be riding the bus together.  Perhaps they should meet.”
Summer’s mom:  “Hi, Dana’s mom.  I think that’s a great idea.  Summer loves to make new friends.  I’ve noticed that your daughter is a bit shy, but I’m sure Summer will help her out of her shell.”
My mom:  “My daughter is sociall…