Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Lordy, lordy

I have written on this thing in ages.

So, a little story. I'm walking in my good ol' hometown, which is not the most...well to do town that ever existed, but it's got good history and have I ever mentioned that my house is 120 years old? Yeah, it's 120 years old. Anyways, I'm walking my two year old daughter--I decided that Walgreens wasn't that far, and why don't we just walk there? It's not that hot, is it?

About halfway through, I was dying. Ena's in her stoller, sucking down ice cold water and reading a doctor seuss book, oblivious to the fact that her mother is dying of heat exhaustion behind her. I get lost, I was sure that this one path through the little (HUGE) park by our house cut through to the Walgreens, but wound up ditching it all together and bopping my kid along this giant bowl of grass, while public works guys are weed whipping around me, wondering what the hell the poor white girl was doing.

We get there. Finally. The air conditioning is pure bliss, I give in and buy a Snickers Ice cream bar and introduce Helena to it's beautiful goodness. I stall as long as I can, until the little lady is getting antsy to be moving again. Apparently, Seen On TV stuff is not that interesting to a two year old.

So we walk back, using the honest to God STREETS this time, and I'm sweating like a mad cow. I hear someone running up behind me. This is normal. People go for runs. This is not a big deal. I move Ena's stroller to the side, and step over for him. He runs up next to me, pats my ass and then continues running.

I froze. What's the etiquette here? Do I curse him out? Kick the poop out of him? Because I could have. Ask him what that was for? Be flattered? I think I was more like, did that just happen? Did someone really just break social patterns that far as to where I am just standing here blank, as he's rounding the corner and running away?

What would you have done?

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