Friday, September 03, 2004

Misadventures

This morning, Helena and I hung out at the playground, then went to feed the ducks.

We perched ourselves up on the rock. I left the stroller on the sidewalk.

Only I forgot to put the brakes on.

And it was kind of windy.

I am such an idiot.

We watched the stroller roll in slow motion as some malicious prankster ghost tipped it over the edge, into the lake. That's what I get for choosing the 11-pound model.

I was running for it before its hitting the water was an inevitability, but not fast enough. I yanked it out by its back wheel. Helena was crying, stranded on the rock. Helena's jacket, which had been slung over the handle, was drifting away. I debated walking in after it — it's not even 3-feet deep — before realizing I may as well try using the already soaking wet stroller as a grappling hook.

Why am I even telling you this?

I'm certain people were pointing and laughing.

Ugh.

Of course Helena at this point was much too tired to walk home, so I carried her. The stroller I pushed, and I guarantee it weighs significantly more than 11 pounds when sopping.

The stroller had needed a good hosing down anyway, but I would've planned our day differently.

1 comment:

Isabella K said...

What? People pay money for sheer stupidity? And they vote it into office? Why didn't anybody tell me this before I went and got me some learnin' (lot of good it's done)?