While enjoying a farewell breakfast in the local café with Dan, something rather amusing took our attention.
In from the rain walked a young family – husband, wife and their two ginger children. Their mood had obviously been affected by the weather, and they took the dark atmosphere into the café.
– Child #1 wants to sit outside in the rain.
– Child #2 begins to have a tantrum as she wants a seat inside where it’s dry.
– Father tries to calm the children down.
– Mother snaps at father, who retaliates by saying “OK, how about I sit outside in the rain by myself?”
– Mother then has enough and suggests they all leave the café and go home.
– Father, pissed off and in desperate need of an espresso, turns his anger to Child #2 and accuses her of ruining the family day out.
– There is then a massive debate about who wants to eat/drink what.
– Family eventually decide to stay. They order their food and take their seats.
– Within 30 seconds, Father starts moaning “This café could at least have the Sunday papers!”… The truth being, the café did buy the Sunday papers. Dan thought he would help himself to them, hide them in his rucksack to read on the train journey back to London.
You had to feel for the parents. They looked young, in their 30’s, but it was clear they were aging prematurely – and fast. I suppose looking after two annoying, whinging ginger kids is enough to make anyone bald, grey and wrinkly. The puzzling thing was, both parents were not ginger, so why did they end up with a pair of auburn kids – how unlucky is that!!??
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