Monday, October 21, 2013

Pumpkin Patch

I took the kids to the pumpkin patch this afternoon. It's across from our neighborhood, so I put the kids in the wagon and we walked. As we were walking I noticed all of the parking lots full and the dirt lot next to it full also, but the patch itself didn't seem busy. The pumpkin patch is by a church, shares a parking lot with the Y, and there are a bunch of sports fields behind it. I figured the cars were for one of those and we kept going. We got there and the kids got to jump in 2 bounce houses by themselves.

 


Then they got to run around the patch by themselves. They started to do the hay maze and suddenly were overrun by girl scouts (brownies, y-guides, something with green vests and patches). A bunch of 4-6 year old girls who weren't following the rules and were being ignored by all of the adults who were with them.

 
 


We picked out our pumpkins - 1 giant for home, 1 giant for Sweet Daughter's class, 2 medium for Sweet Son's class, and 2 tiny ones for home - and go to pay. I'm waiting for the credit card to process and trying to figure out how to get both kids and the 6 pumpkins home in the wagon. A woman comes over and asks when the girls can go on a hay ride. The man very calmly says that, as he told the other woman who had asked, he can't go until the cars clear out of the dirt lot because he can't turn the trailer around. She asks what the cars are doing there and he points out the hearse and police motorcycles and says it's a funeral. She then gets an attitude and tells him to just go make a quick announcement for those people to move their cars because the girls meeting would be over in 5 minutes and they just can't wait any longer. I almost dropped a pumpkin and the look he gave her was priceless. Needless to say by the time I left the girls still hadn't gotten their ride.


Who in the world would think that request is ok? Aren't the girl scouts (or whatever they were) supposed to teach respect? I'm just flabbergasted by how inconsiderate some people can be.

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