So Momma comes home and tells Wonder Boy she pulled a Justin Bieber. Oh, no, no, no, the Paparazzi do not stalk Momma…but if she is in a car and anyone purposely gets in her way, well, she won’t run over you (maybe) but she will deafen you with her horn.
You see an Opportunist of Questionable Intent thought it was a great idea at 6:30am to wade in to the traffic and solicit tips, no services required… I know, I know, it happens in The Big Smoke all the time but not here…really, even if it is the 9th most populated city in the country…everyone knows someone who knows you…and you wouldn’t want your Mom to know you were panhandling down at the Four Corners…Shame, Shame….no Ho Ho Santa Claus coming to you this Christmas.
Still the Two Footed are a polite bunch which the Opportunist of Questionable Intent full well knew. It seemed the drivers of our city in front, behind Momma were like sheep being led to the slaughter. They dutifully dug in their pockets, even going for more, when the Entrepreneur of Questionable Intent told them what they had given wouldn’t even buy him a cup of coffee at Timmy’s.
Oh, but not Momma…Sometimes she wonders if she and her sisters should have to wear a sign that reads ‘Daughter of A Dragon’ to warn the innocent and ward off the disreputable because those girls…they burn pavement…ferociously…everywhere they go…when crossed, that is.
So as the Opportunist of Questionable Intent argued for the drivers to dig deeper (hands in your pockets 🙂, Momma laid on her horn… made not so subtle sign language ….the Opportunist, looked over, vexed….this was not going as planned and momentarily considered approaching the next car in the line. However, a second glance at Momma’s thundering face and he saw, heard, recognized A Daughter of A Dragon and disappeared in to the Light of another Morn. Better he lived to see another day. Because…
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape…You don’t spit into the wind…You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger…And you don’t Mess Around with THEM…
Paraphrase Jim Croce