They were giving away silver baseballs to the first 500 guests - nice score for the kids. So we hung out and watched them get the field ready while the kids snorted their sno-cones.
We didn't last two innings - the Cheeky Bandit was literally asking me to go to the car. He was ready to go home. Shoot - after a full day of splashing around in the neighbor's pool - I wasn't surprised. And since we had free tickets, leaving early wasn't a big deal.
Hubz and the Sidetracked Wizard stayed, while the 2 monsters and I headed out.
Do you know what it's like walking around with a 3 and 7 year old? There is no urgency about them. Hmph - we're on our way home, so I figure - what does it matter?
It mattered plenty to the girls behind me.
The first time one of them stepped on the back of my flip-flops, I figured it was an accident. The second time, I got suspicious.
Especially when you're ready to say, "It's okay," to the inevitable, "Oh - sorry about that." Except they never offered an apology, the 1st or the 2nd time.
Then when I heard one of 'em say... "Can you walk any slower now?"
I got pissed off.
And slowly turned around to find three 18 or 19 year-olds, a head or two taller than me and twice as big.
I looked at each of them, one by one... which shut them the fuck up.
I'm sorry - I just don't have any patience for wannabe's who think they're cool by talking shit.
Why do people - kids, teens, adults, whatever - think they have to put people down to make themselves feel better?
I know, I know... insecurity and what have you. Need to put someone down to raise themselves up. Makes you wonder what kind of childhood they had... or what the school bully has to live with at home...
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