I resume my tedious task in a slow, plodding manner, one step ahead of the other. In the middle of the lot, I encounter the kid and his mother with loaded shopping carts. He stops right in front of me.
“Look ma, this is the ridiculous nature boy I was telling you about.” I look helplessly to the side but there's no room to go around him.”
“Get out of his way, Joey.”
“Don't worry ma. He ran away like a little sissy because I was teasing him.”
Mother says she's going to the car and leaves with her cart. Three people stop to look at me and listen to the kid. Now I'm completely trapped and the kid knows I'll have to stand here and take it or lose my jeans fighting. “Have you ever seen anything so asinine? Doesn't he look stupid showing all that skin? Do you feel stupid mister? Or are you
