This morning I had to stand outside my office waiting for a colleague to arrive, as I have to do from time to time. I don’t mind in the slightest as I can engage in a little ‘people watching’ – for example – the woman who wears animal print coats and the highest heels possible … but who also pulls along a shopping trolley…I often wonder what or whom inspires her dress sense. Then there is the man who walks his daughter to school…..and the daughter is almost as tall as he is… even though she is going to a primary school. And not forgetting the family who all (and I mean all – father, mother and daughter) regularly skip along hand in hand singing nursery songs and suchlike…..quite a spectacle….but who looked serious and miserable as sin on Valentine’s Day…..I’m intrigued to know which one forgot to buy a card….
But while I was waiting this morning, it soon came apparent that there was some kind of cycling event going on at the local school as there seemed to be an awful lot of kids on bikes carefully making their way to class.
I was impressed by the two small lads who cycled along the pavement, wearing their bike helmets, but then got off their bikes to wait and then cross at a pedestrian crossing once the little green man appeared. Much more sensible than the teen who blundered into the road and didn’t seem to register where he was until he finally noticed the car driving towards him. Then there was the Dad who was cycling along, barking out instructions to his two sons cycling ahead of him, who were all being jolly brave amongst the rush hour traffic in their fluorescent jackets and cycling helmets.
There were many other children with their parents and sole young cyclists who were making their way to school….and I was quite impressed with how all the children seemed to be embracing the day. Then there was one ‘Dad’ who just didn’t seem to ‘get it’ in the same way as the others. And it made me laugh.
As the cycling Dad and his two sons sat at the traffic lights waiting for ‘green’, a Jaguar saloon pulled up alongside them with the boot lid up and a bike sticking out of it. Inside was a man driving and a young lad sat in the passenger seat. The driver seemed to look across at the cycling Dad for a few moments as they all waited for the traffic lights to change colour. This was the moment I imagined the penny dropped. ‘Ah……’
I couldn’t help but smile…….what a prat.