Don’t Give a Damn About My Bad Reputation
Posted on June 22nd, 2007 in oddparents, parentolitics, playground
Boo in the Park |
I’m trying to beat my reputation for “aloofness” amongst the Thursday Dads of Mystery playgroup. A few guys in the group go against the prevailing zoned-out, cell-phoning, kid-ignoring aura, and I’m starting to get to know and like them.
Nonetheless, I know I’m still the ostracized one. One of the ringleaders is organizing a potluck for the dads, and somehow he arranged that I “overheard” the invitation to the party four separate times. (Maybe I’m paranoid, but as they say, that doesn’t mean that no one’s out to get me.)
It came as no surprise that no invitation was forthcoming for me. Not that I’d really have wanted one, and I don’t think they had to invite me. It’s just — well, didn’t we all learn in elementary school:
If you’re arranging a party, don’t invite your friends in front of other kids who aren’t getting invited!
Duh.
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June 22nd, 2007 7:45 am
I’d invite ya to my party, Doodaddy. I’m much funner than THEM.
June 22nd, 2007 10:33 am
Un.cool.
June 24th, 2007 9:11 pm
Because I have a habit of staying on topic, is that walter haas playground in the pic? Great, great photo.
June 25th, 2007 4:47 pm
@slacker~ Thanks! I’m there!
@aimee~ I know. I’m actually getting to like a couple of the dads, but some of them are just so… well, I’d say “highschool,” except that I know a bunch of highschoolers I wouldn’t want to insult!
@cryitout mike~ Aw, thanks. It’s the Alamo Square playground, actually, but I can’t figure out a way to get Boo in an “action” shot with the Painted Ladies in the background.
Dd.
June 26th, 2007 10:48 am
No fair! That was one of my mom’s cardinal rules growing up: Make sure no one feels left out!
So sorry for you
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