The Marketplace
This is another guests post by Jeff Stimpson. The Marketplace My son Alex (13, PDD-NOS) and I are in a new neighborhood supermarket for chicken spice, a chicken, lemons, beer (for me), frozen beans, assorted stuff. Then two guys, both taller than Alex and one with a Mohawk, loom into sight. They’re eating hamburgers. Who eats hamburgers in a grocery store? In my opinion as a seasoned New Yorker they’re just kind of looking for trouble. One of them bumps Alex near the milk and doesn’t say “excuse me.” In the chips aisle they’re with a woman. Their mom? She’s muttering about snack food and doesn’t seem to understand that these two boys have noticed Alex and that one of them seems to be prancing and flailing his arms like…