Sunday, November 6, 2011

Why Each Year Brings Me Closer to an Apogee of Misanthropic Sentiment

(If there is one.)

The scene: A family (straight-couple parents, three boys) on the zoo path outside the Small-Mammal House on a Saturday morning. A boy of about 11 heads towards the doors of the building.

The father (calling): Hey, I thought you wanted to see the big cats!

[Because god forbid, in a zoo, you see more than one kind of animal.]

The boy ignores his exclamation and continues towards the entrance of the Small-Mammal House.

The father (authoritative, a command): No, Sebastian, we’re not going in there—it’s boring. It’s, like, marsupials.

—Need I say more?

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pattinase (abbott) said...

If the Detroit Zoo had a cheetah or an elephant, we might only get to see them. Men, even at four, have narrow interests.

Anca said...

Marsupials at the small-mammal house, huh? This is when a bullhorn would come in handy, either for informational purposes or for hitting the father over the head with.

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