I was surprised tonight. Surprised in a bad-oh-my, my-eyes-burn sort of way.
Walking out of a store, I watched an extended family come in. If I were to describe them in too much detail it would seem heartlessly biased against impoverished rednecks from the hill country... but these folks hadn't seen running water this week. Wife-beaters were the shirt du jour,
But that wasn't what caught my attention and made me stare.
What made me swallow hard and choke a little was the last child in line... probably ten years old or so, carrying the youngest member of the family. The baby, perhaps six months old, had no hair. But, to make things right, the baby had its hair DRAWN ON with a sharpie. At first, I thought it was something the kids had done, in jest. Then I saw that there were three distinct colors of Sharpies used, and three distinct styles of scribbles. In essence, this baby had its hair DRAWN on. How messed up is this? They drew on a baby's head, with a permanent marker which uses wicked-nasty solvents to carry god only knows what in the ink... on the scalp of a baby!!!
It sure made me wonder. I am just waiting for the family portrait... blind gramps with drawn-on googles, down-and-out dad with a moustache hastily scribbled on, maybe Mom with a night gown on that says "MOM" on it. It was almost like a photoshop session for real-life. Surreal.
Now, if I had gotten a picture of it.... it would have ended up on one of those internet sites we all love to laugh at. No such luck.