The finger dude

On the bus on the way home, the  bus stops at a red light and I noticed a guy standing on the curb, we make eye contact and he starts to get all agitated and starts giving me the finger.

Charming!

I smile at him he starts getting even more worked up and then giving me two fingers, both hands a blur as  he expends a great deal of energy. He starts beckoning like he wants me to get off the bus and start something with him. I smile again as the bus pulls away.

I can faintly him shouting some profanities after the bus. I am glad he didn’t get on the bus.

Guess he was having a bad day.

Emma Raven, 2 years old, gives me the finger

I walked into the living room and our two-year old grand-daughter, Emma Raven is sitting in her play pen.

“Hi Emms,” I say and she proceeds to stick her hand out at me with her middle finger out.

“Hey, Emms is flipping me the bird, she is giving me the finger!”

Carolyn laughs and tells me that she is just pointing, apparently she points with her middle finger.

“Okay,” I say as I walk away, I look over my shoulder and Emma  is giving me the finger pointing at me again smiling.