Children of the Corn

This post is dedicated to one young man whom (I hope) is the exception, rather than the rule.

After I had been at work for a while yesterday, someone pointed out a young man we should be watching: 14 to 15 years old, backpack, pimply. In short, a typical (hungry-looking) mid-teen. (They were worried he was going to shop-lift.) After some time, I thought: who the fuck cares? (well, about any potential shop-lifting.)

We should be concerned about:

• why is he alone and unsupervised during the day?
• why the hunger (the unfed look)

Whinge all you want about a Caylee's law, but to me, this is a real Caylee, because we as a society have seriously failed him. And he deserves better.

Presented as an anectodal story that saddens me.

Moron award

What someone said to me today: Can you do the go-backs (merchandise to be returned to the shelves.) 


Muttered: and don't do them one at a time.


[I nominate this as best of the month, possibly most stupid, venal thing I've heard all year. ;-)]