Dinner and a legacy
November 23rd, 2004 by gina.revill
Went out for dinner and drinks for my friend Jonathan’s birthday last night-was lovely! Walking to the rendevous point wasn’t so much fun though, when an unruly mob of teenage boys decided to spit something into my hair…
You know when you feel yourself doing or saying something like your parents and you never knew you were like that until some baser instinct kicks in? I’m reminded of an incident when I was very young, possibly 10 or 12, in the tiny town of Blenheim, in the South Island of NZ. It was Friday late night shopping-the highlight of the week for some and parking near the shops was a commodity. My mother pulled into an empty space and just as she was getting out a teenage boy came up to her and started swearing and cursing at her to get out of the park as it was his. I was a jelly of quivering fear and my brother mute as a scared rabbit. My mother grew 12 feet in height before our eyes and in a voice barely controlled with rage told him, ‘don’t you dare speak to me like that young man’…
He withered and left.
I never thought I had it in me. It came out last night after the invasion of my hair…
Comments
I’m trying to figure out which part of the story the photo relates to…
“So tell me young lady, what did the spitter look like?”
“Well officer, I’ve got a photo of him right here”.
One thought of your transformation post-spit…Poor bastards. They really quite knew what hit them.
Shaun
November 24th, 2004
To proof read would be quite a useful activity. They never really quite knew what hit them.
Oops.
Shaun
November 24th, 2004
didn’t I always say you’re just like your mother…
Stevie the Pirate
November 24th, 2004
Good one Gina- Jane my workmate said “being like your mother Gina is a compliment”. Hey you crims out there-don’t mess with my daughter!
Jo-Anne Revill
November 24th, 2004
When I was little my parents voice was always over my shoulder
Some times I heeded it, sometimes I didn???t.
As I grew older I could hear their voice in my head
Sometimes I heeded it, sometimes I didn???t.
Now the voice has become my voice
Sometimes they heeded it, sometimes they don???t.
peter
November 25th, 2004
I remember that day quite well. And Douglas is the brother she is refering to. Sorry Doug. It was one of those days that is a turning point in your life. That some things you must stand up for, that some things you must fight for. Yes, that day was a lesson for us, from parent to child. Those boys also learn’t a lesson, don’t unleash the monster inside all of us, don’t unleash it unless you want to end up as its meal. Does three nips of whiskey affect the way you think? I think I’m going to faint. Help Gina!
David Revill
November 26th, 2004
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