Sophie has not been a good shopping companion lately. So much so, that I have just about decided that I'll have to do my shopping on weekends and evenings when Neil can watch her. Which is crazy, but I just can't deal with her shenanigans. The screaming, crying and wriggling out of her stroller or the cart are just too much. I had a few things that I really wanted to get today, though, and emboldened by a successful nap, I figured we would give it a try. As usual, her behavior was the opposite of my expectations. She keeps me on my toes, that one. She was chatty and cute and didn't fight me at all getting in or out of her stroller.
So to reward her, and because it was an absolutely gorgy day, I took her to the park. I wasn't the only one with the idea, there were a ton of people there. As usual, Sophie made a beeline for the swings. My girl can not get enough of them. We HAVE to get something for our house. Anyhoodle, there was a twenty-something guy pushing his daughter on the other baby bucket swing. After a few minutes, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Now, I'm a former smoker, and I feel pretty strongly about smokers' rights. They've been pushed out of just about everywhere. Of course, I recognize the health hazards, but what people do to their own bodies is their business in my book. I felt weird about this though. Yes, we were outdoors and the dangers of second hand smoke in this setting were probably less than the fumes from the exhaust of the vehicles on the road right next to the playground, but it felt wrong. I didn't say anything and I didn't run off, clutching my daughter to my bosom, because I don't want to be that person. I did keep an eye on him though, and if he had thrown that cigarette down on the ground, I would have given him a piece of my mind. (He didn't.) I felt like a hypocrite feeling so weird about it when for so many years that was probably me.
What would you have done?