I think being Irish bombed makes people disregard any respect for anything - I experienced a perfect example of this over the weekend. We went downtown to see the Chicago River dyed green which was fine, the crowd was not too overwhelming and people were still being courteous at 10am. It was the most gorgeous St. Patrick's Day and the warmest in 141 years.
|Photo credit: My son from Dad's shoulders|
The parade went off without incident aside from not being able to see much even from Daddy's shoulders. I wasn't expecting the scantily clad to be there in droves but I blame the weather for that being almost 80, there were no traditional Irish sweaters needed.
|Photo Credit: My daughter from Dad's shoulders|
My example of worthless came on the train ride home after the parade..
Crowded train, we had already changed seats due to a family with a stroller needing our space. A staggering man walks into the car and stands in the isle with his back towards us, yammering to his equally inebriated friends on the top deck of the train about how he can't find his wife, throwing the eff words around. I politely tap him to let him know I've got kids behind him, he apologized and went up to join his friends. I heard one guy say "Happy Birthday, Man" to one of the others so obviously there was a party going on.
They had a bag of beers even though we saw signs clearly stating there were no alcoholic beverages allowed on the train that day due to the occasion. I can't say how many were in the party, at least five because there was a missing wife - I'm guessing maybe she was the designated driver and she got pissed at the rest of the group. This is only a guess. For the next hour, my kids heard words come out of these people like diarrhea after a saline cleanse. I'm not sure if they were doing it more on purpose because I said something or if they were just having their own party not taking into consideration the 50 plus other people contained with them in the car.
Among the swearing, we heard numerous times about how they were from Bourbonass and that they had (fucking) 16 pounds of (fucking) corned beef waiting for them once they reached their next destination. The guy started talking about his missing wife again and someone told him he was "So totally Motherfucked" about three times. Here's what ensued:
"Hey can you guys give it a rest up there?"
The response was a bunch of empty fuck yous.
"Can't you just shut the hell up?"
"It's my birthday too," I pleaded, trying to find a common ground to play to their human bone, "let's all use a little respect here alright?"
By this time, the whole posse was yelling down at me, telling me to take off the shawl I was wearing and the guy from the far corner told me to "BRING IT BITCH!"
I stood up.
Natural reaction, he wasn't going to bully me, I was sticking up for my kids. They greeted me with middle fingers and more swearing. Other people on the train started getting involved. I'm not sure what all was said but my cousin who was in a deep sleep woke up ready to kick some ass and was standing before I even knew she was awake.
Time stood still while I was seeing red.
Then I saw my son start to cry. I hoped they saw it too.
The innocent children who I was trying to protect, saw me at my worst. I let them get me. My son was scared because I was so pissed, not because of what they were saying. I reacted when I could have been more pro-active. I thought I was being that but it turned into something else entirely.
I sat back down consoling him only to hear them calling me a fatass bitch and talking about my shawl continuing to taunt me. I mean really? I would liked to have had a bigass club with spikes on it to take across their heads and back a couple times just to beat some sense into them. (In the alternate ending, that's what happens.)
"I don't want them to ruin your birthday, mom," he said through tears.
"There's nothing that could ruin this day for me, let's not let them. They don't deserve that power, let's not give it to them."
They do deserve more than a throat punch! I'm not one to poo poo on anyone's party but have some respect not only for my kids, but the other kids and adults in that train car. To the Bourbonasses: