Smoking
Ξ May 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Family |
So the family decided to go to Memorial Park yesterday because the weather has been so nice. Nicer than the previous week anyway - it’s been raining for nearly six days straight.
So Slayton’s torturing some girls on the swings, and Riley’s being picked up by some six year old that is trying to lift him up to the monkey bars (I had to step in and intervene on that one). Meanwhile, Sarah is walking around, and I’m sitting on a bench with Kira.
Suddenly I smelled it: cigarette smoke. I look behind me, and about six feet from me some old guy had come to the park and lit up.
Scenarios fill my mind. In my favourite I walk up to him and say “congratulations!” and of course he says, “for what?” and I say “YOU’RE THE BASTARD THAT LET MY LITTLE GIRL BREATHE HER FIRST SECONDHAND SMOKE, YOU ASSHOLE!” and choke him unto his death.
Of course these are all just flights of mind-fancy. I merely give the guy a dirty look, snuggle Kira a little closer, and take her to the other side of the park, where the trees and shade are, blissfully free of smoke.
