I stood waiting...
for the 10:54 AM train out of Ardsley to Center City Philadelphia.
I noticed...
two girls (age sixteen or seventeen) seated, waiting for the train.
Teen A: wore hot pink sneakers, denim shorts, hot pink tee and short blonde hair.
Teen B: wore black sneakers / blue laces, denim shorts, light blue tee, a matching cell phone case, and long, dark brown hair.
I overheard...
A: Did you get a new bra?
B: Yeah.
A: You're not 'boob'raging. (meaning...?)
Are you wearing make-up?
B: I am. I'm wearing it all day.
Did you shave your legs?
A: I have to every day.
I always miss this part (pointing behind her knee).
I don't know why.
I forget everything.
Are you going to college?
B: Haven't decided yet.
A: Maybe I'll go to Montco (Community College) and then a good college.
B: Yeah. I want to go to Montco too.
A: I want to be a surgeon.
B: Me too. I want to go into medicine.
Not a surgeon, maybe a doctor.
A: Oh, maybe you can be my assistant.
I thought...
"Heaven help us"... as we boarded the 10:54.
What in the world is "boob raging"?! These two girls sound like a couple of boobs to me! I don't think we have to worry about them becoming doctors.
ReplyDeleteIs the title of this entry a play on words? (Shorts, as in the apparel worn in the summer and also a short entry.)
Hey Bevo...
DeleteI too have no idea what 'boob'raging means, but obviously these two teens know.
You're sharp! The title is a play- on- words... shorts as in apparel and shorts as in brief written segments.
I'm giving myself a mini vacation this summer from lengthy work to writing 'shorts' based on observations, conversations, connections, and personal thoughts.
I hope there will be enough material there for you to continue your comments and telling your great stories. They add so much to this blog.
Thanks Pal!