Had an interesting run-in with a woman in the car park today. It went thusly:
I was out with my son in town, Henley On Thames to be precise and he didn’t want to return to the car when it was time to return home. As is the general nature of the average three year old he threw a massive screaming tantrum. So, after literally dragging said ball of screaming defiance, we arrived back at the car. As is usual in these circumstances we had a bit of a scuffle getting into the car, myself having to force him into his seat. At this point the previously mentioned concerned member of the public appeared the otherside of the car door and said “are you her dad?”
“No, I’m HIS dad,” i replied with a not inconsiderable amount of rage in my voice.
“Ok, just checking, you can never be too careful,” she said before returning to her Chelsea Tractor.
“Ok, just checking.” Let’s meditate on that for a minute or two. If I had indeed, as she suspected, liberated the child from his parents was she expecting me to admit it? “No, I am not his daddy, i watched him wander off from his parents and then took him.” Idiot. You can never be too careful, she was right there, but come on… you could be a little more careful than that. Kids go missing everyday and she just took me at my word… what if I hadn’t've been his daddy, or any relative, what if I had’ve been the bogeyman?
