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Originally Posted by speeder
I'd love to be friends w/ the guy driving the truck, what a cool guy.
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He had Cheryl. Bases covered.
I had one of these moments last week at my son's regional cross-country meet. He finished his race (did great, going to states) and I was walking back to my car. There were some young kids yapping, swearing a bit, booty BS, f bombs but I could care less. I keep walking.
I hear a very petite voice behind me, "Why are you swearing? You're better than that."
Uh-oh.
So I turn back...I'm maybe 30 feet away from both the lippy kids and the, no kidding, 4'8" woman. We all eye each other.
The kids, two girls and two guys, not very imposing, run the numbers. I'm doing the same math and do not say a word.
They apologize to the lady.
She is parked next to me and after a quick knuckle bump, she tells me she works part-time at the school (near Annapolis, Md) and really had no idea why she said anything to the kids.
I honestly have no idea, beyond intervening should they have escalated, what I was going to do. Makes you think just how fast circumstances intrude: I went from being so pleased at Jack's performance (he fell, see pics below and still finished in the top 20) to helping a chatty small woman.
Life it's own self.