Kaiya – 5 years old – May 2010
When I moved into my apartment it was located in a “transitional” neighborhood. There was a corner bodega with bullet proof glass that did a brisk drug business. Empty lots dotted local blocks. And shady looking kids hung out on the corner. It’s NOW a very desirable location.
If there was any doubt at all that my neighborhood has experienced full-out gentrification (actually, there was no doubt; it happened years ago), this latest experience sealed the deal.
Time: Evening dog walk (approximately 9:45 pm)
Place: 4th Ave in front of McDonald’s
Situation: A man in a suit is complaining to two police officers that he walked up to the McDonald’s drive through window and the man wouldn’t sell him two cheeseburgers. AND THEN, apparently the McDonald’s’ employee said something like “you people” which caused Mr. Suit to feel he was being discriminated against.
Charlie and I were extremely amused by the whole exchange but when a SECOND police car came screaming down 4th Ave., lights and sirens blaring, made a U-turn and pulled up on the sidewalk in front of Mickey D’s I looked at Charlie and said “THIS is the biggest thing happening in the 78 precinct tonight?”
Apparently it was.
Since Mr. whiny suit wearing yuppie didn’t have a license plate nailed to his ass and the drive-through window guy didn’t want to serve him, Mr. wswy CALLED THE POLICE? Really? The police? And they showed up at the scene of “the crime”. We were amused for days. I would have given the employee a frosty glare and gone home. Damn entitled yuppies.
Another way to tell your neighborhood is too gentrified? When your dog’s bed looks more comfortable than yours. Here is a sketch of Kaiya, our 5-year-old Akita/Shepherd/Lab(?) rescue on her new bed which is “paprika” and black. Paprika? You bet! That’s what the catalog said and I’m sticking to it! She’s about 95 lbs, and is a great dog, is very loving, except when those really yappy dogs start with her (I’m talking to YOU, Mango) or when she meets another Alpha female. Oy!
Could be worse. I could be trying to get two cheeseburgers from the drive-thru at Micky D’s without a car!
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May 23, 2010 at 5:30 pm
jimmyboi2
Wouldn’t you have LOVED to walk up to Whiny Yuppie and asked “just what have you done for the starving in Haiti today?” These people need to be horsewhipped in public.
And remember walking along Seventh Avenue on our way to causing a scene at the rubber stamp store? And that other store where the woman told us “go! Go with God but GO!” I was very struck by the hordes of Yuppies pushing strollers… and they ALL looked exhausted. We said, “why did they wait until 45 to have kids?”
And happy birthday Kaiya !!
May 23, 2010 at 6:48 pm
CarolKing
Tons of double strollers everywhere! I need to move!
May 23, 2010 at 5:41 pm
Alice
My sis ain’t lying. When I visited her recently, we walked down 5th Ave in the evening. I thought it was more 7th Ave then 7th Ave! (Those of you who know Park Slope will know exactly what I mean!)
May 23, 2010 at 6:48 pm
CarolKing
LOL! True. But have you been to Williamsburg lately?
May 23, 2010 at 6:16 pm
The Husband
You know you don’t want me getting started on the “yuppie” subject. There’s not enough room on this blog,nor on the internet, for me to start venting.
I do love your blog though.
May 23, 2010 at 6:49 pm
CarolKing
Aw, thanks honey, I’m glad you like my blog.
And you’re right, There is NOT enough room on this blog if you got started…. Thanks for being succinct.
May 23, 2010 at 6:50 pm
Kung
First of all, LOVE that sketch!
This is great! A youppie was refused service at a McD!!! What has the world gone to? When was the last time the McD refuse to sell anything to anybody?!? Was Mr. Suit wearing that pink/fusia outfit that you saw on Easter Sunday. I wouldn’t serve Mr. Pink cheeseburgers but will will give him a color wheel so he can understand how color theory works….
Anyway, I missed the days when I was a Yuppie (well, OK, Guppie). Now I am more Grumpie Frumpie and Slumpie. 😦
May 23, 2010 at 9:29 pm
CarolKing
Mr. Suit was in a standard dark blue nondescript suit. Maybe if he was in that pink outfit he would’ve gotten served. And I have a feeling had you tried to explain how color theory worked to Mr. Pink you would have gotten an earful of #$#@##$%#%#%#!@~ in return! LOL!!!
I was never a yuppie. Was, and am still grumpy and frumpy!
May 23, 2010 at 6:57 pm
Sue Colburn
Walking up to a drive-thru? Why bother!
I love your paintings and reading your blog! I add a NY accent and its a beautiful thing. Happy Birthday Kaiya! Cheers
May 23, 2010 at 9:37 pm
CarolKing
As you can imagine, drive-thrus are a rarity around here! So I’m surprised they didn’t serve him. I mean, it’s not like they had any other customers!
And what are you talking about adding a NY accent? I don’t have no NY accent. : )
May 23, 2010 at 7:01 pm
lesliepaints
First of all. I love it that you drew Kaiya for us! She looks very happy to have a paprika and black bed. Nice loose curved contours on her legs and belly. My favorite parts are the curve of her ears and the pads of her right hind foot poking out at us.
I could have told Mr. wswy he would not be served at the drive thru without a car, years ago. A friend and I stopped in at our rural McDonalds on horseback, once, and they would not serve us. We opted for the drive thru at the Zesto one block down and they all but took pictures of us, happy for the business and the uniqueness of our visit. We are talking “no cars” in either drive thru and not taking up anyone’s time. There are many things that can’t be done today as in yesteryear. Today, I believe it is dangerous to even be riding along many roadsides.
Great post, Carol!
May 23, 2010 at 9:38 pm
CarolKing
Kaiya loves her bed which now leaves Matt and me a little room in our bed! I thought of you when I used the contour lines. : )
I cannot believe you went through a drive-thru on a horse! That’s hysterical.
May 23, 2010 at 8:05 pm
w1kkp
Oh, I simply beggin’ ya…please go through the drive-thru on sneakers wearing a nice hat, paprika and black would be nice.
Then, have husband take photos when the cop car arrives. No, seriously, I’m on my knees here.
That dog is so lifelike I can hear him snoring. Now, THAT’s a gentrified dog.
PS. My favorite Drive-Thru stories (yes, plural, I’ve done it multiple times) involves ordering, going up to the window, paying, and then driving off thinking I had my food. One time I went back and the lady was holding the bag out the window as I turned into the lane.
May 23, 2010 at 9:45 pm
CarolKing
Since my husband IS a cop, it may be a little awkward to ask him to take the picture while I got through the drive-thru on sneakers!
One time I went to a demonstration during the last presidential administration. He kindly told me that if I got arrested I was on my own! (I have a feeling he was just being sarcastic, but glad I didn’t have to find out for sure.)
May 23, 2010 at 10:18 pm
The Husband
Hey Leslie,
Hello from patrol in Brooklyn. How does one park a horse? Parallel? Backing in to a spot? Angle parking?
May 23, 2010 at 10:21 pm
CarolKing
LOLOLOL! Detective King, you’re killing me!
But Leslie, I want to know the answer too!
May 23, 2010 at 10:53 pm
lesliepaints
There are numerous ways, seriously! depending on where! On the open range the cowboys just stood them and dropped the reins which is called ground tieing. Horses known to budge were hobbled ( straps around their pasterns giving them enough length to not trip them but not allowing them to run). The most common way is tieing with a tie strap attached to a halter under the bridle and tieing to a hitching post or tie pole and this would be most like angle parking! There is a term used in the show ring titled “parking” your horse. Saddlebreds and Walking horse as well as some Hackney show ponies park. They stand square on the front legs under their shoulders but both hind legs are stretched out behind. Really quite showy! In many shows there are trail classes which require you to ground tie your horse, walk around him in a large circle and return. The horse is judged by how quietly he stands and points are taken off for movement. As far as parallel parking, they kind of are asked to do something similar in some trail classes where the horse has to back through an L shape made of ground timbers without knicking the timbers. Reminds me a lot of my driving test when I was sixteen! 🙂
May 24, 2010 at 7:00 am
Carol King
Well! Who knew? Leslie you are a font of information!
May 24, 2010 at 3:38 am
Stephen
what a chilled dog – this is another new technique for you – I love how you have captured the sleeping face – and a cool post – very funny – And nice to hear it from the horses mouth – so to speak – maybe you could do worse than yuppies in your area – mmmm – but then again…
May 24, 2010 at 7:01 am
Carol King
Kaiya loves to sleep! Takes after her mom.
Thanks for your comments. Lovin’ your videos.
May 24, 2010 at 7:06 am
Deirdre
I guess I’m not understanding why he didn’t just go inside – the place couldn’t have been closed at 9:45. Maybe I need more coffee.
: -D eirdre
May 24, 2010 at 7:41 am
CarolKing
Actually, it was closed.
May 24, 2010 at 9:19 am
Beth Parker
Kaiya looks perfectly content in your drawing, Carol! I love reading your blog. It is always entertaining. We just passed a city ordinance allowing golf carts on our city roads. I wonder how many have tried the drive-thru. 🙂
May 24, 2010 at 3:22 pm
CarolKing
Kaiya is the perfect model as she tends to stay still for long periods of time.
Golf carts on city roads? Where do you live?
May 25, 2010 at 9:55 am
Beth Parker
I live in a small tourist town (Eufaula, OK) on a lake. Golf carts are the preferred mode of travel for all the people with boats at the marinas. They can’t putter down Main Street, but they can cross it.
May 24, 2010 at 2:06 pm
Bonnie Luria
OK, so you post at 9 AM and by 1 PM you have 23 comments!!!
Maybe Matt needs to do a blogistics test and see if you can beat your own records.
Some people need to be slapped. With a glove. Publicly. It’s that entitled ” Sun Syndrome ” where everything revolves around ME because only I matter.
What would The Husband have done if he got that call in?
I know he’s diplomatic but how in hell do you keep from losing it when so much is going on of urgent significance!
Kaiya has the right idea. Leave the angst and worry to mom and dad and dream paprika and pepperoni dreams.
You really got her full 95 lbs indicated in this drawing.
May 24, 2010 at 3:24 pm
CarolKing
The Sun Syndrome! I love that. I live with neighbors who are all afflicted with that syndrome!
If The Husband was called to the scene of that “crime”, I have a sneaking suspicion most of the time would be spent trying to contain his laughter!
Glad you liked the drawing. I plan to do more of her. She can stay still for long periods of time. An excellent model!
May 24, 2010 at 6:45 pm
Mary
You crack me up!! I rollerbladed thru a drive thru once, it was open and the store wasn’t, then again, that was years ago, and in Arizona, so you never know what’d happen now! Come to think of it, I had cash only, no papers, so in today’s arizona, calling the cops would be a bad idea! Kudos to your neighborhood, gentrified indeed!
May 24, 2010 at 10:52 pm
Carol King
OMG! Mary, had it been Arizona today, you’d be sent across the border to Mexico! Cause really, with that blonde hair and light eyes anyone can see you are an illegal!
May 24, 2010 at 7:13 pm
Artswebshow
lol. brilliant
I live in an area like that.
I grew up in a large city with crime all around.
Look at someone the wrong way and you’ve got trouble.
Now i live in a very posh town.
The proof. last summer i watched an 8 year old kid spray green grafitti paint on the leaves of a tree. lol
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In birmingham an 8 year old would have graduated to shoplifting by then. lol
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It must be great living wherever you do now
May 24, 2010 at 10:55 pm
Carol King
Kokot, I really was born 6 blocks away from where I live now. But when I was in 3rd grade we moved to a different neighborhood cause this one was so bad. If only my parents knew, we could be gazillionaires now had we bought some brownstones back then. Oh well.
I laughed at your description of Birmingham! Clearly you can relate!
And yes, I must say I do enjoy my neighborhood!
May 24, 2010 at 7:28 pm
carrington
Love that the dog bed is ‘paprika’. i know that sealed the sale for you. Rust or orange for an artist would NEVER do(burnt umber may have gotten you ,too though) GREAT SKETCH. Did you use your finger to measure or the picture plane from class? Which ever-its great!!!!
I had knee surgery for a torn meniscus- so since yoga is out of the question I may have to paint!!!!( If the landscape clients would stop calling)
I wish you would plan a trip to paint/watercolor down here in the bucolic va mountains for a fall color retreat. bring a friend and I will bring a friend and we will have a art weekend!!!!
May 24, 2010 at 10:57 pm
Carol King
Yep, paprika was what sealed the deal! Sorry to hear about your torn meniscus, I hope you will mend quickly. And I would love to come for a painting weekend sometime. I just may take you up on that!
As far as the sketch. I was sorta watching TV while I did it. I did do some quick measurements with my pencil and also checked the negative space. I guess our class did help! 🙂
Take care of yourself!
May 26, 2010 at 9:09 am
Sean Durham
I really love the sketch of the dog. it reminds me of my own quick sketches, nice and fluidand relaxed work. Thanks a lot
May 26, 2010 at 9:44 am
CarolKing
Thanks Sean, I don’t normally post my sketches, but I liked this one. Plus she’s a good doggie and a very good model.
May 29, 2010 at 1:01 pm
Donald Mills
As an owner of a yappy dachshund, I apologize on behalf small dog owners everywhere (to be clear, it is the dog that is small – not me). Walking my dog is a constant embarrassment. He has a Napoleon complex and routinely snarls, yaps and lunges when in the presence of larger animals.
It appears your yuppie is somewhat yappy too. Calling 9-1-1 from drive through windows seems to be a growing trend. I’ve heard of at least 2 other instances in the last 6 months where the police were called to sort out assorted cheeseburger/whopper/supersized frosty-related incidents. Apparently people love their junk food and get pretty damn pissed when you try to keep them from it.
A very nice sketch, Carol. I’m going to print it off and wave it front of my dachshund, Hamish, in an effort to see if I can’t desensitize him.
May 29, 2010 at 11:49 pm
CarolKing
Dear Mr. Mills,
A super sized frosty-related incident is THE WORST! That usually requires the services of the National Guard to bring peace to the drive through.
I’m glad you are going to wave the picture of Kaiya in front of Hamish. I hope the desensitization program works. When I come to visit I don’t want any doggie bloodshed.
May 30, 2010 at 3:00 am
kirstyfliesfree
Lovely blog! I currently live in a small (Australian) town that has no fast food. It is a matter of pride in places like this. Petitions are signed and there is general public outcry if anyone suggests it. I realize I am therefore not qualified to comment, but we do have Mr McD in most places, along with all his cousins, so I’m going to. I’m on the side of the guy who refused to serve him. It’s a drive through, not a walk through or a trot through (Leslie!). Perhaps HE should have called the police.
May 30, 2010 at 10:03 am
CarolKing
Hi Kirsty, thanks for commenting. You’re lucky you are not inundated with fast food chains. And although we do have them here, there are plenty of other restaurants to chose from.
May 31, 2010 at 8:50 pm
razzbuffnik
Strange that a yuppie wanted to eat at a McDonald’s. Surely a few seared scallops with a nice sauvignon blanc would’ve been more in line with the whole attire and attitude.
I guess it’s a sign of the times (the current global financial crisis and all) and how far your neighbourhood has progressed. You know things are getting tough when yuppies are ordering burgers on foot at fast food drive-ins, instead of just double parking their BMWs in front of their favourite up-market wine bar.
I’m still waiting for the area I live to become gentrified.
June 2, 2010 at 1:44 am
Jala Pfaff
You would likely hate Boulder…talk about yuppies! (including double-stroller yuppies). Here the cops have so little to do that you can get a ticket if you’re seen riding your bike the wrong way on a one-way street. Really. I am proof. (Well, okay, I talked my way out of it, but it IS a ticketable offense.) But in all seriousness, I love love love the fact of how safe it is here.
I think my dogs would a) love to meet Kaiya, b) be jealous of the apparent fluffiness of Kaiya’s bed (theirs are very flattened out by the years…much like myself); c) lecture Kaiya on the importance of rolling in deer poop before going to bed, to properly marinate a new bed. But perhaps there are not many deer in NYC? Hmm..we could send you some, if you insist. Moi, I’m thinking of getting a pepper-and-cilantro bed for myself…or perhaps a cardamom-turmeric one.
June 3, 2010 at 11:58 am
CarolKing
I would probably like Boulder very much.
I one time got a ticket for bike riding on the boardwalk at Coney Island. AND I had to appear in court. Couldn’t talk my way out of it with the cops but the judge laughed so hard he just dismissed the case and told me “you can go home, honey”.
When Kaiya visits my sister’s house, she loves to run over to the horse farm and try to roll in horse poop. YUCK!
June 2, 2010 at 1:46 am
Jala Pfaff
P.S. I meant we could send you some deer caca, not some deer.
June 3, 2010 at 11:59 am
CarolKing
Thanks Jala, I’ll pass on both the animal and the waste. : )
June 5, 2010 at 7:55 am
absurdoldbird
Our area went the other direction, when we lived in London. But here, where we live now, in rural wonderland, it seems the worst thing that happens in someone driving into a hedge…!
June 5, 2010 at 6:16 pm
Carol King
That is my dream to experience life like the rural wonderland that you describe. I just wonder if I’ll survive in all that quiet.
June 5, 2010 at 5:43 pm
Cathyann Burgess
I loved this story!!! I like the sketch very much too…and now that I have a few spare minutes…I can read ALL 45!!!!!comments lucky you.
Awww, what a sweetheart your hubby is….
back to read the rest….
and by the end I should be 61.
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