Today I was at my nephew's school, playing with him on the playground
before class started. He's six and loves playing with his uncle.
We both started clambering up one of those domes made of bars that
always seem to be at schools. As a kid I found it easier to start
walking on the bars as I neared the top, so I found myself doing that
again, like so many times before.
I'm 6'2", so when I stand on top of a six foot dome I'm towering above
the schoolyard, where at least one hundred kids and parents are making
their way to class. At was in this conspicuous position that the
yard-duty lady saw me (before I saw her), prompting her to yell "Sir,
could you please get down off there? We don't allow the kids to stand on
there so we can't allow you to."
"Ok, I didn't know," I reply in an annoyed voice. I find I like being
talked to like a kid just as little as I did when I *was* a kid. Twenty
years later and the only difference is that now the yard-duty lady calls
me "Sir" when she yells at me.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
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