Playground Etiquette
Jude and I are morning people. He wakes up early, and I follow in his wake. After playing around the house for a while and eating breakfast, we like to go outside and play at the park next door to our house. This routine works well for us for a number of reasons: 1. It’s cooler outside than it would be at say, noon. 2. The playground is usually fairly empty. If anyone else comes to play, it’s usually younger children and their respective stay-at-home-moms. 3. Because we tend to have the playground to ourselves, I feel much better about Jude running around and doing his own thing without me hovering. When there are lots of kids around, I feel like I need to be nearby.
Yesterday and today, upon our arrival at the playground, Jude and I were met with full on cigarette smoke in our faces. At the playground. Where CHILDREN PLAY. And not only that, but the offenders? Two separate sets of adults, just chillin’ in the playground. By themselves. Without kids. SMOKING. ON. THE. PLAYGROUND.
What. The. Fuck.
I simply cannot convey how irate I was both yesterday and today. There is an ENTIRE PARK they could utilize, but instead, they choose to set up shop in the one area that is designated for children. These people have neither the ability for logical thought nor a sense of common courtesy, that’s for effing sure.
Gorram Reavers…
Maybe tomorrow you should accidentally throw dirty diapers at smoking offenders’ heads. Because hey, those kinds of things happen in the kids’ area of the park, right?