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He was approaching the table carefully, albeit a little too eagerly.

Still, I thought there was something a little out of the ordinary in the way he was holding his tray of food. Something that was quite obvious, really, but which, strangely enough, failed to immediately register into mind – until it was too late.

The tray was tipped slightly forward.

Unfortunately, the contents on the tray followed soon after. An orchestra of clangs and bangs filled the air when they hit the floor. This, and he was just a step away from his table.

Nearby, a girl similar to his age – probably five, at most – had her dainty little mouth formed into an “o”, eyes unblinking.

He looked up in dismay, holding his now-empty tray in fearful wonder. Uncertainty was painted all over his face as he dreaded what was to come.

I, too, shared his fears. His lunch, now all over the floor in an unsightly heap! What? What do you say to that?

I half expected to bear witness to a long and unflattering public lecture, courtesy of the poor boy’s parents. (“See! I told you so! Can’t you ever hold anything properly! Why can’t you do anything right? How many times have I said to you…”)

I was seated just two tables away, yet I could hear no words – heated or not – being exchanged. No angry outbursts; no forceful thumping of fists on tables. The father humbly took to task to clearing the mess, while his spouse wore a calm, neutral expression normally associated with that of mothers – an expression implying that everything is going to be all right, everything is going to be okay.

Sure enough, in a few minutes, all was well again.

It was as though it never happened.

When the family got up to leave, the boy was wearing a smile.

(Oh my… What am I doing? I am finding kids adorable now? Good grief!)

That was a great contrast from two hours earlier – another mother was heard angrily telling her son this while I was quietly browsing nearby: “You are being very annoying today! Keep quiet! Stop being annoying!!!”

Yes, if exclamation marks were to appear in real life, they would be huddling all over the impatient mother and her tearful child.


I finally got this from my second trip at the land of blue and yellow.

Yes, it is good to know that it is indeed for “children” aged 18 months and older.

Details of this entry.Saturday, October 28, 2006, filed under Musings.
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  1. I hate that when it happens. There is a proper way to reprimand kids in public – shouting isn’t one of them. Kids have a sense of pride, too.

    Regarding the IKEA toy, so does that mean we, the big kids, can all go and get it too? Do we need proof of ID?

    pugly | 30/10/06 03:36 PM

  2. Pugly – Some parents bear no qualms making scenes like that in public, hmph. They like to play the “I’m his/her parent, you don’t need to teach me how to teach MY child!” card.

    So I was pleasantly surprised that the boy with the tray got off okay. :) IKEA food don’t come cheap. Heh.

    As for that IKEA toy, well… all you need to do is, frankly, not question or find something to justify the RM40 forked out for it. :P

    Strizzt | 30/10/06 07:58 PM

  3. well, would u prefer the sort of parents who let their child clamber and scream all over the place?

    i think it was good parenting on both sides. if a kid cant be disciplined, u chide him/her, and possibly, not take him out the next time. a kind of ‘grounding’.

    on the 2nd situation, it was an honest mistake. to begin with, parents shouldnt let such young kids carry fragile stuff around. if they do, then they take responsibility, which they did.

    i’d have done the same except in the first case, i’d probably just tell the kid what he’s got coming for him when we get home. something that’s probably considered child abuse in ‘developed’ societies.

    ps: i just knew you’d end up with an entry like this.

    soporific | 01/11/06 09:49 AM

  4. Soporific – Ah, mistakes… I can still remember the look on boy-with-the-tray’s face. Sigh. But I suppose it’s a good way to learn, both for him and his parents. They’ll think twice about letting him carry stuff (although it was initially done to probably let him, hmm, have a sense of er… independence), and he’ll just have to be extra careful the next time.

    Can’t help but find it amusing – this telling your kid what’s he got coming for him at home. It shouldn’t sound as odd, coming from you, but it did. :D

    ... what, what’s wrong with this entry? (innocent look)

    Strizzt | 01/11/06 08:34 PM

  5. well, yeah, i dont think pple expect me to have a hands-on approach, but what’s wrong? nothing wrong. but i knew you’d forget about the 3 hrs or so, zero in on a one or two focal points, and then expand those into bullet-time-like narratives.

    soporific | 05/11/06 01:02 PM

  6. Soporific – Eh, although I played mostly the part of The Listener, it’s not like I would reproduce verbatim what was being discussed on that day. :D

    “Bullet-time-like narratives”. Heh.

    Strizzt | 06/11/06 07:06 PM

  7. i know it’s not like u’d do that, or anything else. it’s just that i knew it’d be like this. i’m not saying it’s bad or good.
    maybe that it was predictable.

    soporific | 12/11/06 09:07 PM

  8. Soporific – Ah, but I AM predictable.

    Strizzt | 13/11/06 08:21 PM

  9. yeah, i was just pointing it out.

    soporific | 22/11/06 04:22 PM

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