It’s Not All Mary Poppins

And my options would be?

“You know,” the middle-aged woman huffing past me on the sidewalk scolds, “you really shouldn’t have small children so close to the street.”

I look down at Timmy and William, the two sweet four-year-olds with me, each holding on to one hand as we walk on the sidewalk on the the (admittedly busy) bridge.

They are holding my hands. Which, yes, puts one of them on the outside, closer to the traffic. Which, yes, effectively blocks the sidewalk (which is why I was casting glances over my shoulder, and which enabled us to stand to one side to allow you to pass, grumpy woman).

But in order not to block the sidewalk, in order not to have one close to the traffic, I would have to have one in front and one behind me. In other words, I would have to let go their hands.

And this is better… why?

Piss off, grumpy lady.

(Did I say that to her? I did not. I said a cheery, “Thaaank you!”
Strangely, she didn’t answer.)

December 23, 2009 Posted by | health and safety, our adoring public, outings, Peeve me, the dark side | , , , | 4 Comments