License to Drive

Okay, here's my disclaimer before you start- I am going to try as hard as I can to keep this lighthearted and funny and not negative. If it takes a turn, well, I tried.

Yesterday we went on a little excursion. I will try to add some pictures tomorrow or the next day. It was lots of fun and a pleasant day all in all considering we were with oh, about half of Fort Worth. We went to the Zoo. On Spring Break. Hindsight says maybe not the greatest idea I ever had.

Nonetheless, it was fun. And nonetheless, that's not what this post is about.

First things first, I consider the Zoo to be a place mostly for children. That's a pretty common attitude, right? I am not saying adults can't enjoy it but the Zoo itself is aimed at children. So why were 350 lb. men "cutting" in front of my seven year old all day long? It was bizarre. My own husband wasn't there but I can't even begin to think of him trying to get in front of anybody at a Zoo exhibit. Heck, I am 5 feet tall and I can't imagine me trying to get in front of someone at a Zoo exhibit.

For starters, I don't really need to see anything that badly at the Zoo. Secondly, don't most adults come with the automatic response of letting the kids go first? What is up with people?

And this tidbit will end my rant for today, I swear. But if you want to go to a public place where children will be then you should be required to do one of two things- drive either a large stroller or a wheelchair for a full twenty-four hour period everywhere you go. Then you may come out and play with the rest of us. Seriously. They were adults all day long jumping right in front of me (driving the wheelchair) and other Mom's who tried to stop to let us go first simply got trampled. It was just stupid. So, I think if you are an adult person who has never driven one or the other then you need to live that life for a short while and then maybe you will have some compassion. They are heavy, they are hard to drive and they are sometimes filled with cranky, whiny, stinky, uncooperative little folks.