Being told off as an adultWhen was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
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chthonic, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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You're a bit old for this kind of thing, aren't you?One fine sunny morning, the parks department poured some fresh concrete slabs for mounting picnic tables and park benches.
I looked at the one nearest the kiddie playground and thought of the possibilities. I plunked my 2 year old's foot into the wet cement, leaving a mark for the ages.
"Thanks. Thanks a lot, sir", calls a man with a trowel. He charges over and spends five minutes obsessively troweling, eradicating any evidence of my childish prank, refinishing an area of the pad about 20 times larger than the size of my daughter's foot.
"Sorry, I thought it would be cute. I didn't think it was that serious", I said.
"Yeah, you and everybody else thinks it's fun to leave marks in the cement. My boss doesn't think so", grumbled the tradesman.
Shamed, I slunk away with my daughter back to the swings and slides and then went home, across the street from the park.
I looked out my window from time to time and the guy stayed on a bench the entire day, monitoring the fresh concrete. As far as I could tell, nobody else tried to sully his handiwork, so he got paid to spend a nice summer day in the park doing nothing. Must have gotten boring after the first hour or three.
At least my vandalism had given him something to do.
There is a nice new picnic bench anchored to the concrete pad, which is pristine except for a square of mismatched cement in one corner where the guy erased my daughter's footprint.
(, Sun 23 Sep 2007, 15:02, Reply)
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