My generation never fails to shock me. Yesterday, Haley, Andrew, Bailey and myself went to the flea market. Apparently, there is a wee little park coupled with the shoppage, so for a few hours, the B-Rad and I were to frolic on the rides. First, we sat down for a wee little lunch. Then, excited as hayel, the baby child and I started hopping in rides left and right. It was cool, until I realized that all the rides consisted of spinning around at about 452 miles per hour. In a circle. AWESOME. The first two rides were ok, no big deal. The third ride was kinda shady, what with the operator leaving for about ten minutes, leaving us riders sitting in the sun wondering when he'd come back.

Here's the good part, though. I took Bailey on the Go-Karts-another story altogether- The baby child and I were speeding along the track, having a grand ol' time. We got stuck behind some goober, and I just couldn't get around her. She kept floating in the middle of the lane, and cutting me off every time that I tried to pass. I had precious cargo with me, I couldn't risk anything thrilling, you know. When I finally did pass her, I cast a glance to get a picture of my nemesis.

I am telling the absolute honest truth here, folks: She was on her cell phone. I kid you not. She was driving around on a Go-Kart track at a funpark, talking on her cell phone.

I was absolutely shocked. It was the saddest thing I have ever seen.


-Jeepers-