Y'know what?
Apr. 4th, 2006 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
I understand how certain people become Entitlement Parents. I can see it.
The other day, Ana and I were getting on the bus to go meet up with Jenn. This must've been Friday.
And oh, were we ever running late!
You must understand, Ana's got this thing about Metrocards. She loves them. Every time we're on the bus, she finds another old, discarded Metrocard to hoard for her Very Own. It's cute. This time, she picked up the Metrocard before we were even on the bus proper.
And as I was digging out *my* Metrocard, she was playing around, pretending to put her Metrocard in the coin slot. Well, okay, it's not like she's wasting anybody's time, I'm the one doing that. So I let her go on with it, and dig out my card, and swipe it.
Big mistake. Now Ana's realized her error, and she's starting to climb up on the grille around the coin slot, so she can swipe her Metrocard properly. (All this only took a few seconds.)
And while most of me was thinking "OH GOD WE'LL MISS THE BOAT!" and "OH GOD EVERYONE WILL MISS THE BOAT AND THEY HATE ME AND THEY THINK ANA IS A HORRIBLE BRAT!", a teensy tiny shameful part of me was going "Wow! Squee! This is really adorable! I should let her finish the job!!!!!!!"
Fortunately for everyone, the shameful part of me wasn't very loud, so I just took the Metrocard away and hoisted Ana into a seat. But imagine if I didn't have priorities!
We missed the boat anyway. At least I can honestly say it wasn't Ana's fault.
And she really *was* sweet. She tried climbing into my lap when the bus got crowded because "some peoples have to sit". Unfortunately, all my bags and the baby were there, so I put her back into her seat, only to realize that the person Ana had meant was pregnant. Damn. Well, I did offer to rearrange, but PregnantWoman said no, so I just let Ana sit. Felt bad, though, even though the woman continued to stand even after the bus cleared out and she could have sat.
The other day, Ana and I were getting on the bus to go meet up with Jenn. This must've been Friday.
And oh, were we ever running late!
You must understand, Ana's got this thing about Metrocards. She loves them. Every time we're on the bus, she finds another old, discarded Metrocard to hoard for her Very Own. It's cute. This time, she picked up the Metrocard before we were even on the bus proper.
And as I was digging out *my* Metrocard, she was playing around, pretending to put her Metrocard in the coin slot. Well, okay, it's not like she's wasting anybody's time, I'm the one doing that. So I let her go on with it, and dig out my card, and swipe it.
Big mistake. Now Ana's realized her error, and she's starting to climb up on the grille around the coin slot, so she can swipe her Metrocard properly. (All this only took a few seconds.)
And while most of me was thinking "OH GOD WE'LL MISS THE BOAT!" and "OH GOD EVERYONE WILL MISS THE BOAT AND THEY HATE ME AND THEY THINK ANA IS A HORRIBLE BRAT!", a teensy tiny shameful part of me was going "Wow! Squee! This is really adorable! I should let her finish the job!!!!!!!"
Fortunately for everyone, the shameful part of me wasn't very loud, so I just took the Metrocard away and hoisted Ana into a seat. But imagine if I didn't have priorities!
We missed the boat anyway. At least I can honestly say it wasn't Ana's fault.
And she really *was* sweet. She tried climbing into my lap when the bus got crowded because "some peoples have to sit". Unfortunately, all my bags and the baby were there, so I put her back into her seat, only to realize that the person Ana had meant was pregnant. Damn. Well, I did offer to rearrange, but PregnantWoman said no, so I just let Ana sit. Felt bad, though, even though the woman continued to stand even after the bus cleared out and she could have sat.
Re: squee
Date: 2006-04-05 04:03 am (UTC)they are the people that have gotten us into this (social) mess, here in the west.
i can't help but be excruciatingly rude and sarcastic around them ... not that they notice in their little bubbles of 'love'.