Maybe it was our fault for venturing out to Weaver St. Lawn on a Thursday evening...
It started out fine. We got some yummy food. Sawyer picked an Orangina. Eliza tried baked tofu. We ate and then made our way to the part of the lawn where barefooted kids frolic, fairly good music is audible and yuppies-who-want-to-be-hippies sip their organic pino noir. And yes, where the hulahoops roll by like tumbleweeds in the desert.
One of said hulahoops caught the eye of my sometimes standoffish 3 year old. Rainbow striped and spinny. Being chased by another smallish child. I noticed and suggested to Sawyer that we go check them out. We walked over to the (you know who I'm talking about) hulahoop lady. As we approached her and the pile of spheres propped against a tree, Sawyer said something to the effect of "can I try?" Her response was that NO, he could not try and that the hulahoops were "very expensive" and not for children. Not even an effort to, at the very least, show him hers. Instead she suggested that the nearby children might share with him.
It's a #&%@ing hulahoop!!
Sawyer actually started to cry a little, bless his heart. I picked him up and explained that the lady had not learned to share. He was a bit upset, but quickly recovered and we made our own fun climbing the tree and watching the train go by.
Ok, before I get too pissed off I will end with this...If there is to be an ordinance placed on how to spend one's free time on Weaver St. lawn, couldn't it be placed on the hoolahoop fanatics?!
(In your comments please include your most creative option for jetisoning a hulahoop on a crowded lawn.)
5 comments:
I thought all dancing and hula hooping was no longer aloud on the lawn. Next time you're down there just tell her that you're really bored with seeing her at Weaver Street - say, "Just FYI." That's one thing, or the thing, about Weaver Street; there is a permanent backdrop of boring charectors. That's why we sold and came to Chapel Hill!
LOL at "yuppies-who-want-to-be-hippies sip their organic pino noir."
Sounds like y'all ran into one of those all-too-common denizens of the "Lawn" whom Goethe (perhaps Schiller, I can't remember) was thinking of when he wrote "(t)ake life to seriously and what is it worth"? But remember that the hulahoop lady fit right in with the pseudo-sophisticated, adolescent yuppies or wannabe hippies downing their pinot noir and trying to appear cool!
As a founding member of the Weaver Street Market back before it ever opened its doors to the public, I still like the store very much, especially its baguettes. However when I hurry from the carpark to its entrance, I always avoid casting a glance at the "Lawn" and its pandemonium of eccentric behavior that, quite frankly, compromises my anticipation to enter the store. As for the hulahoop lady and the dancing man, let them keep on rolling and prancing on down the street and end their self-centered presumption that anyone is interested in them!
I don't know that lady, but I don't like her one bit. She certainly HASn't learned to share. What a nitwit. I don't think she belongs there. Tell Sawyer I said so. And tiny baby Ruby says so, too.
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We met you last night at Glenn & Sandy's post wedding party - and yes, I did remember the 9036 thing.. anyway, a very nice rant - tim robbins would be proud.
-Mark
maybe the hulahoop lady can't get her big head through the hulahoop...maybe it would fit better somewhere else
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