I’ve decided that i’m spoilt by the people i spend time in social situations with. When HESFES’ing, asking someone to watch a kid for 5 minutes is almost never refused, if a child wanders into a tent and wants to do something the adult almost always agrees, if someone is stressed to the point of tears, people always rally round. i only survived my first HESFES because of Alison, Susannah and co and a lady opposite me. I make it through most camps, weeks away, home ed groups and so on because someone will give my children 5 minutes/ a biscuit/ tissue, as i give their child 5 minutes/ a biscuit/ tissue.
I’d started to think being nice, putting yourself out for a few minutes, doing something nice that makes peoples life more bearable or just being pleasant is normal human behaviour. Perhaps i was wrong.
It would appear the people i choose to spend time with are NOT normal. 🙂
So for the second time in a week, i’ve got on the wrong end of an old person, just by politely asking if they would be kind enough to help me out and make my life a tiny bit easier.
My crime. I arrived at the musical show to find the carpark full, 4 cars parked in a row on a space that normally holds 8 parked up one behind the other and an old man milling in the area. Everyone was parked all over the place and to get out i was gonig to have to leave my car in the middle of a road with the little two in the car.
I wound down my window and said (after saying “hello are you going to the show” etc and getting a polite if frosty reply) “Excuse me, would you possibly mind asking those people there (pointing to just inside the dancing school door a whole 10 metres away) if any of them own these cars and if they would pull forward a bit so i can go behind them.”
He gave me a freezing, furious star, shook his head and turned his back on me.
Obviously it would have just been TOO awful for him to be in any way helpful. Pray i never walk by you when you need me, Mister.