Sitting at a particularly long traffic light (90 seconds red, 45 seconds green and another 90 seconds red before I could go), I switched over from my usual talk radio station to the other station, the station I don’t often listen to. My talk radio station was turning over the same topic that they have been turning over for a while now – Why do we have enough money for a new fountain and stadium, but we don’t have enough money for preschools? In this city, that’s the eternal question. It hits pretty close to home, and I am sick of hearing about it actually because the fountain is built, the stadium is under construction and my Rosie will not go to preschool next year.
But anyhow, where was I?
Oh, the radio station.
On the radio station that I usually don’t listen to, they are going through their usual banter, putting stars and politicians in their place. I stick to this station until the number of fat, fart, sex and stupid blond jokes reaches a saturation point and then I switch back to my talk radio station. All the while, I’ve got my eye on the traffic lights and on the 2 young boys who are trying to persuade the drivers trapped at the light to have their windows washed for the small price of some spare change.
The boys are very polite.
Ma’am, may I wash your window please? Just for some spare change? Or even for a nice smile?
I decline just as nicely – I have no spare change and I am all smiled out – and this time they move on to the next car with no arguments.
Sir, may I wash your window please? For some spare change or maybe a cigarette?
The gentleman agrees and pays in tobacco. He even offers the boy a light.
How very civilized.
A commercial comes on my talk radio station. The City is a candidate to be the European Capital of Culture (2016) –Europejska Stolica Kultury.
As the boys walk back to the front of the line of cars, I overhear from one of them…
Tak, kurwa, słyszałeś co powiedziała? Ja pierdolę, następny raz dostanie w łeb. (Fuck, did you hear what she said? Holy shit, next time she gets it in the head.)
How very cultured we can be when we want to be.