We have a little park near our house. My daughter likes to go and see “doggy woof woofs” and throw rocks at other children, I mean in the small stream. Sorry, I was thinking of my childhood for a second. It’s nice, except that other humans know about the park also.
One day, a very thin man, looking like a Roald Dahl character, was strumming guitar. It was tolerable, until I realized he was playing the same three chords, in the same order, the entire time. It reminded me of me in college, so I hated him.
Last visit, we saw a lovely family together with another family. The one young dad had two kids and thought it wise to put on his marijuana leaf bucket hat. They argued the entire time, alternately insulting one another and yelling while the kids begged strangers and passersby for attention. At least they weren’t cooking meth in the park, credit where credit is due.
Also, just this past time a woman came around the corner with a 180 lb. Great Dane. I like dogs, except when you notice they are unleashed in a public park while your toddler and new puppy are with you. She told the dog to stay, but made absolutely zero effort to move more quickly. The dog started jogging our way and she yelled, “Pick her up!” My wife scooped up my daughter and my pup about had a stroke. I then grabbed her werebear by the collar. She sauntered up and then said, “Oh he’s very nice.” I’m sure he is! So nice, in fact, you screamed “Pick her up!” in a panic, then God forbid you move your doughy form faster than a slow ooze while I prepare to fight Cerebus with one arm. She got her oxen finally and uttered not a word of apology, seemingly annoyed she had to put the leash back on. Are there any private parks anywhere with an IQ test requirement?