You Be The Cow

The other night, Chelle and I decided to take a break from reality and go out to eat. We don't go out much, limited funds sees to that. But sometimes ya just gotta splurge. So we did.

The restaurant we went to has a huge barrel of peanuts, still in their shells, in the "waiting room". And the fun part is, you just remove the peanuts and throw the shells on the ground. It kind of gives one a sense of ordered and tolerable abandon. Great fun.

When Chelle and I walked in to wait for our table, there were a few people already in there, enjoying the peanuts, and the shell tossing. There was also one little girl, I'd say around 8 or 9, who would grab a handful of peanuts, throw them on the ground, and then jump on them, just crush the poor things to death. One man who apparently had been there watching this scene for a while, got up and as he left, told the girl to quit wasting the peanuts. I quite agreed. But she paid him no heed, and continued crushing the peanuts.

Finally Chelle and I had to say something because obviously her mother was doing nothing about it. So we told her she shouldn’t waste the peanuts like that. She said she didn't care, she didn't like them anyway. We said we did, and she should stop it. Well, she walked away. And we noticed her dropping more on the floor in a way that she thought we couldn't see her, and continued crushing them.

We thought she was a little brat.

Not too long after that, she climbed onto a saddle and began playing like she was a cowboy. Her younger sister came over and obviously wanted to play with her. So peanut crushing girl told her sister, "you be the cow" and proceeded to "lasso" her sister.

We were right, she was a little brat.

- Chel