Thursday, May 06, 2004
ignorance
Last weekend, The Wife and I packed up The Boy and headed on down to the Big Semi-Annual Gigantic Street Party and Arts and Crafts Festival. You know, the type of deal where they block off about ten straight blocks of a city street and pack it with tents selling hippie jewelry, strangely cool things made out of metal, and stuff for craft store junkies, along with a smattering of "as seen on TV". . .
and fried meat on a stick. . .
and significantly overpriced cans of beer. . .
all set to the soundtrack of your favorite local old time rock-n-roll hip-hop country tejano punk tribute bands.
(mmmm. . . fried meat on a stick)
We did this in part because The Boy has spent most of his life under the evil thumb of Ms von Munchausen and so, well damnit, he need's more real-life experiences doing real-life things. . .
Like watching his new dad pound overpriced cans of beer in the sun-drenched heat of a crowded street on a Sunday afternoon.
[Which is exactly what I would have been doing with The Wife anyway had The Boy not entered our lives.]
[It's what we did that same weekend last year. I remember because that was when I got in a big argument over who was the better Beatle, John or Paul, and I ended up severely spraining my ankle and couldn't walk for about two weeks.]
[If you say "Paul", I swear I will kick your damn ass with my good ankle.]
So we're down there needling our way through the sweaty slightly drunken masses, using The Boy in his wheelchair as part weapon, part bulldozer to clear a path. Something shiny caught our eye from one of the vendor's tents, so we stopped to check it out.
While we were standing there, admiring the overpriced sparkly bits, a couple who appeared somewhere around the mid to high end of their fifties, waddled up to do the same thing.
They looked down and saw The Boy in his wheelchair. . .
WOMAN: Oh, that's so sad.
MAN: Yep. But it's not uncommon. Did you know that the CDC reports that because of the high levels of mercury in immunizations 1 out of every 3 children are born mentally retarded?
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and fried meat on a stick. . .
and significantly overpriced cans of beer. . .
all set to the soundtrack of your favorite local old time rock-n-roll hip-hop country tejano punk tribute bands.
(mmmm. . . fried meat on a stick)
We did this in part because The Boy has spent most of his life under the evil thumb of Ms von Munchausen and so, well damnit, he need's more real-life experiences doing real-life things. . .
Like watching his new dad pound overpriced cans of beer in the sun-drenched heat of a crowded street on a Sunday afternoon.
[Which is exactly what I would have been doing with The Wife anyway had The Boy not entered our lives.]
[It's what we did that same weekend last year. I remember because that was when I got in a big argument over who was the better Beatle, John or Paul, and I ended up severely spraining my ankle and couldn't walk for about two weeks.]
[If you say "Paul", I swear I will kick your damn ass with my good ankle.]
So we're down there needling our way through the sweaty slightly drunken masses, using The Boy in his wheelchair as part weapon, part bulldozer to clear a path. Something shiny caught our eye from one of the vendor's tents, so we stopped to check it out.
While we were standing there, admiring the overpriced sparkly bits, a couple who appeared somewhere around the mid to high end of their fifties, waddled up to do the same thing.
They looked down and saw The Boy in his wheelchair. . .
WOMAN: Oh, that's so sad.
MAN: Yep. But it's not uncommon. Did you know that the CDC reports that because of the high levels of mercury in immunizations 1 out of every 3 children are born mentally retarded?
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