Mar 25 2010
About Mrs. X…
Mrs. X was a bitter, angry fat person who basically hated everybody. Her fingers were like sausages with leathery wrinkled skin, sectioned by barren rings with tiny, mean hurtful stones that cut into them. I know this because Mrs. X was the sort of person that you did not ever look in the eye, so I remember her mostly as the sum of her parts.
I recently had dinner with Alisa in a restaurant in Point Loma that had been around since we were in elementary school— back in the day when it was our parents that used to eat there, but… hmm… slightly different and good for us.
Alisa will tell you that Mrs. X is why she was never good at math—she can recount to this day in breathtaking detail the horror of the math quiz Mrs. X was fond of—the one where you had to walk up to the board. Alisa says that Mrs. X hated boys and I remember that, because she did.
Basically, Mrs. X was a garish, bitter woman who embraced her bitterness in real time and without any edits. She was angry about a lot of things, but trichinosis, pork products and fish seemed to pretty much top Mrs. X’s list of wrongs. She told me to just pick up a package of meat anytime I was at the store and I’d be able to see the worms myself. Whether or not I actually saw them didn’t matter and I better make sure the meat got cooked right because in the world of Mrs. X, terminal trichinosis was only one poorly cooked pork product away.
So for the longest time whenever we went shopping after that, it was me that bolted to the meat bins—desperate to see the rotting things Mrs. X. assured me were there.
It would have been awesome I think, if somebody had simply stepped up and fired her– she had no business being in front of children and I’m not sure why she was tolerated for as long as she was. It’s how I’m feeling about a lot of people of late, elected and otherwise. Why are we tolerating such poor political behavior from such obviously self serving tools?