Dag Gummit
Posted by s2 | Labels: Punks, Surliness | Posted On Wednesday, February 27, 2008 at 1:21 PM
Those who know me would most likely agree that I'm at times ornery. I like to think my no-nonsense attitude combined with my constant need for efficiency gives me an uptight appearance, but I generally think that I am pretty easy going. But something happened over the weekend that makes me wonder if I haven't indeed taken a step towards cantankerosity.
I was in our living room changing my son's diaper (for like the 74th time that day) when out of the corner of my eye I notice a couple of teen interlopers strolling through my yard. My yard backs up to a large park area and I have a gate to this area, as well as a gate to the front of the property where the urchins could get out to the sidewalk, to no doubt find their stashed scooters and bubblegum. To take full advantage of this perceived vulnerability to my property, all they would need to do is open my front gate, walk past my house, open my back gate, and then they are essentially free to perform whatever planned mischief they had slated for that afternoon.
Anyways, as I noticed the puberty afflicted gate-crashers I was overcome with a sense of righteous anger, and charged to the front door (after securing the diaper on the toddler of course) in an attempt to catch them red-footed. I reached the door, threw it open and yelled "Hey! Do not walk through this yard again!" To which they both wheeled around backpedaling, replied "sorry", then turn and ran down the street. I think when you get to a point in your life when you are able to make kids run away in fear you've rounded that corner to old-mandom. Which is fine. I don't expect to find myself muttering angrily (any more than usual) but I may need to take stock of my tendency towards surliness, and how it could possibly worsen as I age.
I'm not worried. I will eventually make peace with the fact that I will most likely be disagreeable codger someday, but right now I will bask in the light of my small victory. I made kids run. I made kids run with words. Well, it was either the words or the dirty diaper I still had in my hand.
I was in our living room changing my son's diaper (for like the 74th time that day) when out of the corner of my eye I notice a couple of teen interlopers strolling through my yard. My yard backs up to a large park area and I have a gate to this area, as well as a gate to the front of the property where the urchins could get out to the sidewalk, to no doubt find their stashed scooters and bubblegum. To take full advantage of this perceived vulnerability to my property, all they would need to do is open my front gate, walk past my house, open my back gate, and then they are essentially free to perform whatever planned mischief they had slated for that afternoon.
Anyways, as I noticed the puberty afflicted gate-crashers I was overcome with a sense of righteous anger, and charged to the front door (after securing the diaper on the toddler of course) in an attempt to catch them red-footed. I reached the door, threw it open and yelled "Hey! Do not walk through this yard again!" To which they both wheeled around backpedaling, replied "sorry", then turn and ran down the street. I think when you get to a point in your life when you are able to make kids run away in fear you've rounded that corner to old-mandom. Which is fine. I don't expect to find myself muttering angrily (any more than usual) but I may need to take stock of my tendency towards surliness, and how it could possibly worsen as I age.
I'm not worried. I will eventually make peace with the fact that I will most likely be disagreeable codger someday, but right now I will bask in the light of my small victory. I made kids run. I made kids run with words. Well, it was either the words or the dirty diaper I still had in my hand.
ornery? naaaw.
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/03/14/get-off-my-lawn-you-damn-kids/