Wisdom.
Monday, 9 July 2007
Lately there have been some problems with a longstanding female owner. Not her specifically, although she is a renowned drunk who has been given a few warnings in the past over her behaviour. The problem is with her husband. See, the two of them have recently split - with some on-site animosity and heat - and as he's the one with all the dough, she is soon going to be without any accommodation on the park. That's right, he's selling up.
She's in the bars two or three times a week, more often than not with her son, who just tags along for the ride. She was in tonight, really pissed as usual, and stopped on her way out to talk to Jabba, as she often does. The kid spoke to me.
"Do you ever come in here on your night's off?" he asked, "You know, drinking and that?"
"No," I said.
"I wouldn't either," he replied, "I don't see the point in coming here, getting drunk, embarrassing yourself and getting involved in all the problems."
This kid is ten. I didn't know what to say. How do you respond to that?
posted by Sheamus @ 1:30 am
