I think parenthood put me on the path to becoming a better person. I had to start living by setting examples for crying and crapping little sponges.
It could go either way right now with the three Shepkids.
They could be good human beings that love more than hate. They could be raised to have a good sense of direction with strong voices. If done properly, they will become adults that make wise choices in life.
Or
They will be jagoffs.
Let me give you a few examples.
1: When you are getting off an elevator and an idiot millennial looking at his phone tries barreling in when the doors open….
… you must politely let that stupid fuck know the proper etiquette.
“Pardon me young asshole. Always let people disembark first before entering. Please tell your parents they dropped the ball in this area.”
2: Another example is when you’re running to your train. Standing on the sidewalk looking up at the Sears tower are a half dozen dumbfounded tourists from Salt Licker Arkansas. You must take into fact that they have never seen anything taller than a grain elevator.
So sincerely welcome them to Chicago, tell them tavern style is better than deep dish and to please get the fuck out of the way.
If they don’t get out of the way and you’re going to miss the 2:34pm train….
….show them why you are the Freight Handler who is stormy, husky and brawling as you give them your Chicagoan Big Shoulder.
3: The last example takes place on Ogden Avenue or North Avenue or on Touhy Avenue. Sometimes this can happen when merging onto the Ike, the Kennedy or the Dan Ryan.
“Hey Assclown? Does that piece of shit Honda have a fucking directional?”
Turn signals are installed in your automobile with a purpose. Make a habit of using it Alexander Dumbass.
If the Shepkids just happen to be with me during any of these situations,
Well……… it’s a learning experience!
Nice people must sometimes be assertive.
Just as long as race, sexuality or nationality isn’t involved. You couldn’t imagine how many Polish, homosexual Javelin throwers existed in Chicago during my childhood in the 1970’s. Then again we had Archie Bunker and George Jefferson as neighbors.
I think you can put it together where I was going with that last paragraph. I don’t want to piss off any woke Chalkheads on a cold Tuesday morning.
As long as I show good examples to the Shepkids….
They can also witness their dad showing proper etiquette at the elevator in the lobby, underneath the shadow of the John Hancock and at the congested corner of Harlem Avenue and Roosevelt Road.
What is that number in today’s grabber section? That is how many days since I showed up in Uptown at Cuneo Memorial.
I make a habit of asking Siri how many days it has been since my arrival on earth.
You should try it!
It gives you a good sense of where you are. It’s like pushing sand through your toes when you’re standing on Oak Street Beach.
Let’s have a great Tuesday all you Chalkheads.
Just remember to let people off of the elevator, stand to the side on the sidewalk and always use your turn signal.
Who cares that it’s two outside, the sun will be smiling down on you today!
