I was in my big old T25 camper van with the mirrored windows, and I pulled into one of the reserved child bays, a place close to the entrance with yellow vector drawings of push chairs drawn on, and I had my three small boys in the back, variously shouting, grumping and crying. And as I put the hand brake on, and turned the engine off (the only example of male multitasking), I saw out of the corner of my eye, an angry shopper standing there.
"You know this bay is reserved for cars with children, right?" he said.
"You got me," I said, "these three back here are midgets."
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