Parque de las Palapas |
Crap.
I always always always take a couple of bags with me, except when I don't. Damn.
I seemed to have 2 options:
Option #1: I could ask for a bag at one of the food stalls, which would be more embarrassing but probably faster than option #2.
Option #2: I could hurry over to the stage, where there was always some paper &/or bags lying around.
Keen to avoid unnecessary embarrassment, I opted for option #2, which, I decided, might not take any longer anyway. We hurried over, found a bag, & started walking back to the scene of the crime. As we approached the "drop zone," I noticed a family in the vicinity. I also noticed that the family included a young girl, who was hopping around on one foot while her father attended to her. That could only mean one thing.
I quickly changed course (that embarrassment principle at work again) and didn't look back, my mind churning with unanswered Qs.
Should I turn back? Apologize? Am I an evil person? Won't this make a great blog post!?
Really, joking aside, what could I possibly say, other than, "Hey kid, remember this lesson: life is crap, but you gotta look on the bright side. You stepped in poop, but it coulda been worse: he used to have worms!"
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