The subject being Karen Rhodes's method of keeping her children in check. Up through high school, anytime Kim and her brother would fight/disagree, Karen would announce in her high pitched southern accent, "Attitude check!" and both would have to cheerfully respond, "Praise the Lord!"
I cried on the way to work today. I was tired, agitated that I had to work on a university holiday at 7 am, and running late because I had to wait for my defroster to melt the ice off my windshield since I don't have an ice scraper. I was sitting at the stoplight on Duck St. stewing about having to be at work before the sun came up when I saw a line of people walking down the road. It took a few minutes for it to register that they were all wearing hard hats and carrying ice chests. I knew they would be working all day in the freezing cold to renovate our football stadium before the projected deadline. Football stadium? A single person gave enough money to our school to fund the renovation of (and rename) our stadium. As if that weren't enough, he turned around and gave our university the largest donation in NCAA sports history to build an additional athletic village. Media coverage said he couldn't sleep the night before because he was worried he couldn't get the entire donation in cash. And the people working on the stadium probably can't sleep because they are worried about financial support for the next week. I got my attitude check.
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there is a right reserved to feel sad for yourself, owing to clauses of relativity, which allow for self-pity and even excuse it if your bad morning can dictate a bad mid-morning for other people, whose own self-pity could be relatively off the relative chart. either way, it's something that we don't recognize so-called attitude checkpoints unless we're in a funk.
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