now that’s a memory. so on open mic sunday at one of the cults i used to attend (oh geez there’s a phrase) there was this old lady up there giving her monthly spiel. in this religious tradition, crying and tears = sincerity and “i swear i’m not making this up”. there’s some for which that’s true but a lot that exploit the language.
so this old lady is crying mid-speech, as is expected of her, and pretty soon she’s got a dangler. there are tissues up there, but i guess she’s either reached the age where she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. by the gods we were paying more attention to her booger than we were to her, just waiting for that thing to snap or splat. well, it yo-yoed with every sniffle, and at the end of five excruciating minutes she snorked it all right back up.
now here’s the thing. i was just visiting that location that sunday. I do not know why no one grabbed her a tissue. that seemed it would be like the polite thing to do, but i was like 10. maybe no one liked her. maybe they were as hypnotically spellbound as i was. i don’t know. but like, if it were me i’d like someone to give me a tissue and let me have a little dignity rather than be a story everyone there remembers and tells the rest of their life. seems like it’d be the kind thing to do, and i guess i know what to do next time.
at the end of five excruciating minutes she snorked it all right back up.
Oh you’re refering to the GIF. Too disgusting to post embedded, I decided. But still, a kid. Seeing that on an old woman, whoaa
Also fully agree on your last paragraph. Something about misunderstanding the meaning of politensess. Basic decency & civil courage (though courage feels like too big a word here). Just do the decent thing.
The last panel:
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now that’s a memory. so on open mic sunday at one of the cults i used to attend (oh geez there’s a phrase) there was this old lady up there giving her monthly spiel. in this religious tradition, crying and tears = sincerity and “i swear i’m not making this up”. there’s some for which that’s true but a lot that exploit the language.
so this old lady is crying mid-speech, as is expected of her, and pretty soon she’s got a dangler. there are tissues up there, but i guess she’s either reached the age where she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. by the gods we were paying more attention to her booger than we were to her, just waiting for that thing to snap or splat. well, it yo-yoed with every sniffle, and at the end of five excruciating minutes she snorked it all right back up.
now here’s the thing. i was just visiting that location that sunday. I do not know why no one grabbed her a tissue. that seemed it would be like the polite thing to do, but i was like 10. maybe no one liked her. maybe they were as hypnotically spellbound as i was. i don’t know. but like, if it were me i’d like someone to give me a tissue and let me have a little dignity rather than be a story everyone there remembers and tells the rest of their life. seems like it’d be the kind thing to do, and i guess i know what to do next time.
Oh you’re refering to the GIF. Too disgusting to post embedded, I decided. But still, a kid. Seeing that on an old woman, whoaa
Also fully agree on your last paragraph. Something about misunderstanding the meaning of politensess. Basic decency & civil courage (though courage feels like too big a word here). Just do the decent thing.