It happened again today.
Once they saw the $2 Play School ride at my local shopping centre toot its little horn and start, they bolted towards it and shoved their kids on Big Ted and Little Ted respectively.
I waited for a nod of approval, or even, damn it, a Thank You Squint Of The Eye.
But it wasn’t to be. They pretended I wasn’t there and cheered their children as they gave them a fun and free ride to break up the day.
Don’t get me wrong- I am totally A-OK with ride-bombers. I have also ride-bombed, but have always waited for the paying parent to either ask me or my child if she wanted to hop on. I have even ride-bombed with the “your child can go on too” hand signal. No words required, but the approval was there, most definitely.
This isn’t the first time I was ride-bombed. It had happened a little while ago in Adelaide and at the time my husband and I kind of looked at each other and raised our eyebrows. We grumbled our little smart-arse comments saying “your welcome” to the “thank you” that never came. And after the ride had ended, we forgot all about the ride-bombers and got on with our day.
Until today, when it happened again.
What ever happened to simple manners? That if someone does something nice for you, you say thanks. Or if in this case, when your child is happily on a ride she’s been busting for all day and it gets overtaken by 2 kids double her size shrieking and shouting with their parents laughing and joking like they have just successfully shoplifted a blueberry lip smacker… maybe a nod to say thanks would suffice.
At least my daughter got Jemima.