Playground Drama

Another oldie but goodie...

So I go to meet the boys at the playground today after work, on our way to jump in the car and head over to Target. Kai is nicely playing with a little group of people in the sandbox. Now, this group consists of a woman and her daughter, a man and his son, and what looks like a grandmother and her baby grandson. I can see what's happening and I'm already getting annoyed by the woman who is wearing shades and making annoying smirks and comments about the kids sharing, Kai is holding someone's sand pail, and her little girl grabbed Kai's airplane. Whatever, this is what kids do, right? This is how they learn to share, right? She's going, Sophia, give the little boy back his plane, and telling my kid to give back the pail, she clearly isn't into anyone sharing or infiltrating her space. She keeps repeating herself, telling her kid Sophia to give Kai back his plane. Kai doesn't mind sharing and Sophia is clearly enjoying Kai's plane, but her mom does not want any sharing going on. It's making her nervous. I forgot to mention that this idiotic group is sitting directly underneath the slide/play area that kids run up and down on all day. So anyway, I am now calling to Kai to get away from this lame group of people because this bitch is starting to really annoy me. So he packs up all his toys and takes the pail of sand with him. He goes to put everything down so he can go down the slide one more time, but he thinks he can master holding everything and going down the slide at the same time. Mind you this is all happening in a split second, as things like this do, and he is now at the top of the slide, he trips and falls and the bag goes flying and the sand pail goes flying and all the sand falls directly through the cracks right onto the bitch. Of course, I run over and apologize, because it was actually an accident, he didn't deliberately dump it on her, he just shouldn't have had sand up there but you know what, shit happens???!!!!! She's screaming "Jesus Christ" over and over again and looking like she was ready to cry. Meanwhile the other lame members of the group are just staring blankly at her, then at us. Don grabs me so we can leave because now I'm starting to get pissed, I mean, I apologized already, that's enough. She gets up and grabs the sand pail and glares at me and now I'm like bitch, if I wasn't with my son things would be a little different. GIVE ME A BREAK PEOPLE!!!! Go the F*** back to wherever the F*** you came from with your homely ass and your dumb ass playgroup, by the way, I hate the word playgroup and the fake ass people in this city that don't know how to spend quality time with the kids they act like they don't even want and hide behind this playgroup bullshit. None of them were having a good time and looked very pained to be there. What, playing with your kid isn't as important as a mani/pedi and the latest sale at Bloomies? AND THEN, some dog comes along and starts trying to poop in the sand box, I'm like, get this flipping dog out of the kids area of the park, this isn't a DOG PARK!!!! Lesson learned: Go to playgrounds in ethnically diverse neighborhoods where people don't have perma sticks up their asses and people clean up after their dog poop. THE END.