i'd spit on it
the gen and i just walked past a kwanzaa celebration in the union building. read this entry if you haven't done do already. we decided to check it out. maybe get rid of some of my cynicism. but it nothing of that sort. in fact it made it worse. at the entrance we were bombarded with flyers and leaflets (more paper for my recycle bin) and the people inside were just seated ( i think they were waiting for the food). so i scoot around for seats, find some and settle down for about 4 minutes. meanwhile, the gen was busy enquiring what was going on and what the significance of this holiday was. this girl (yeah, i'll call her a girl) whose seat was next to me, who had watched me settle down, turns and says, "sorry those three seats are taken!" why didn't you tell in the first place? the gen then quipped that the people he had spoken to didn't realy know what they were celebrating so we decided to leave. one girl actually said, "if i had to tell you what it was we were celebrating, i'd spit on it." need i say more.
