The Hitch Hiker August 31, 2007
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Princess Hannah , 6commentsA few days ago, Hannah and I were driving into Windwardside (the main shopping village). She was in the front seat by me wearing an all pink outfit in her pink car seat. I am one of the “safe” parents that actually has a car seat for their kid. Most people just let their little ones roll around in the back seat. As I was driving around one of the many steep and curvy turns, I saw this decrepit old lady (who had to be at least 106) hitching a ride into town. Because hitch hiking is common and highly encouraged on the island, I pulled over to give her a lift, as I have done for many, many other people.
As she got in the car, I recognized her immediately. I had given her rides from Lower Hells Gate (where we both live) to Upper Hells Gate (where she likes to be dropped off) many times before. The walk to Upper Hells Gate is a lot like its namesake . . . Hell. It is exhausting for anyone to walk that distance up such a steep and curvy road. She got into the back seat, and looked at Hannah in front of her. “A little boy?” she asked. A LITTLE BOY??? Are you color blind? She is in ALL PINK and in a PINK car seat none the less! I proceeded to tell her, “No! She is a girl! Would I dress a boy in ALL PINK and put him in a PINK cars seat?” She then said, “Well, it looks like a boy to me.” I was fuming with anger at this point. Didn’t I rescue her from having to hike up the treacherous road to Upper Hells Gate? Wasn’t I doing her a favor? I said, “Well, she is entirely too beautiful to be a boy. Look at her eyelashes!” Again, she said, “I think she looks like a boy.”
Fortunately for her, we were at her stop by this time. As she got out, I decided to blame her socially inept personalty on being a crabby old lady who obviously doesn’t have a car. That alone would make me crabby! She is also native of the island and probably hasn’t been off the island much. Maybe I’ll just blame her mother for teaching her such bad manners! See if I ever pick her up again . . .
Do these fat cheeks look like they belong to a little boy? Come on!!!
