At the Greenlake PCC today, I saw two elderly white women almost come to blows over a parking spot. It was like the deleted scenes of the Cocoon Director’s Cut DVD, the part that shows what the movie was really about, not procreating with aliens, but pure grandma-on-grandma fisticuffs. As I watched these grannies barking outside their Buicks, ready to pull the curls out of the other’s eggplant colored coif, I thought, if you shop organic but fight it out, does it mean that you love the earth but hate the people living there?
Aren’t they supposed to be knitting sweaters?
February 19, 2007 · By · 6 Comments