cincibuck
You kids stay off my lawn!
I was a remedial reading teacher for Hamilton County Edu. Service Center and assigned to Moeller for most of my career. When I first arrived we worked out of two mobile homes parked in a street south of the school and next to All Saints church and school. The woman who worked in the other van had an explosive personality, and though she normally was very effective, I knew she could be a ticking bomb. One fine October day I'm starting a class, giving my students instructions when I hear a loud female voice, "You dumb son of a bitch, you asshole, you stupid shit, look what the hell you've done, you God..."
I'm out of my van in a flash and pulling open the door on the second one to try and keep my colleague from doing irreparable harm to her career. She's standing at the door, pale as a ghost, "What do we do?" She asks.
I look up at her and I hear the voice still going on, "You dumb sack of shit, you fucking twit..." and I realize it's not the teacher. We walk around to he end of the vans and there's this 60 something woman screaming at her 80 something father, who's raking the leaves with the wrong end of the rake. Turns out he's got severe dementia and she has Torrets. They had both been members of All Saints and the woman sometimes stood up in the middle of mass and let her tape begin to run. I can't remember how it was handled by priest and parish, but the woman was not permited to attend mass.
My colleague and I often remembered the moment and laughed, but we both felt sorry for all involved. There simply was no good outcome within reach.
I'm out of my van in a flash and pulling open the door on the second one to try and keep my colleague from doing irreparable harm to her career. She's standing at the door, pale as a ghost, "What do we do?" She asks.
I look up at her and I hear the voice still going on, "You dumb sack of shit, you fucking twit..." and I realize it's not the teacher. We walk around to he end of the vans and there's this 60 something woman screaming at her 80 something father, who's raking the leaves with the wrong end of the rake. Turns out he's got severe dementia and she has Torrets. They had both been members of All Saints and the woman sometimes stood up in the middle of mass and let her tape begin to run. I can't remember how it was handled by priest and parish, but the woman was not permited to attend mass.
My colleague and I often remembered the moment and laughed, but we both felt sorry for all involved. There simply was no good outcome within reach.
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