Out of Nowhere
House on Red Corner · 2007-11-09
So, while I am in the midst of this big freaking renovation of the applications which serve this website, The Bubster gets a sprained wrist. It was totally the result of a game I invented to keep her from being upset on the train, she is and was quite the trooper but I could tell there was something wrong. So today we went to the doctor to get it looked at.
Doctor says its a sprained wrist, watch out for the grabbing games and go get an X-Ray.
We walk to the hospital, actually I walk because I am not a mollusk, and The Bubrocker rides the stroller. And I have to mention she is quite upset because her nap got cut short to wake up in the Doctor’s Office.
So there we are on the corner of Broadway and Union Square, its a weird little corner with three way traffic and a light that is always working against you. I’m standing there, bent over the stroller trying to comfort the screaming kicking thrashing child when some guy ( Honestly, I have no better description of the culprit) walks right up to us, opens his mouth and out falls the most absurd absurdity that no striking scriptwriter in Hollywood could have crafted on his best day.
You should move to San Diego.
Now, I’m not really opposed to the idea, but really what is that going to do to solve my immediate problem of settling down a hurt, tired and possibly hungry two and a half year old child? But of course that was only the thought that raced through my mind, instead I said, “No, that’s not the problem.” and looked at the guy with all the fury I could muster at the moment. Actually, I probably just looked up and wore the natural frustration I was feeling.
Then of course he says something else, but I can not remember it as it was projected to my back while I walked away.
Move to San Diego? Hmmm, I guess that’s the only city on the planet where babies do not cry for any reason.
Tags: Absurdity, NewYorkCity