a little thing about the park

I could have unfounded prejudices, but if you're a middle aged guy with no kids in tow, maybe don't hang around at the playground. It's a little creepy.

Comments

Q&L said…
Gross...today's day-in-age, its a VERY warranted worry.
September 23, 2009 at 11:49 AM
Ange said…
Is this the creepy guy I was talking about or is there another one we should be on the lookout for.
September 23, 2009 at 12:16 PM
Ange said…
?

I for got the question mark.
September 23, 2009 at 12:17 PM
Tiffany said…
Nah. Same guy. But every once in a while people hang out there and you don't realize right away that they're kidless.
September 23, 2009 at 12:45 PM
Sonya said…
I think I've seen that guy - lol. Or someone like him. Gross.
September 23, 2009 at 2:28 PM
Lora said…
Yeah, we have one of those too. Creepy.
September 23, 2009 at 7:40 PM
Candice said…
Quick! Someone who is closer to Tiffany than I am should ask her when she's hosting our BloggerGetTogether!!

For me: The evening of the 1st works great (but maybe not for Lyla!), evening of 5th is fine, afternoon or evening of the 7th is fantastic, or afternoon of the 9th works too. Let me know what she says!!
September 24, 2009 at 12:45 PM
Tiffany said…
I love how my two-sentence post generated 7 comments.
October 1, 2009 at 10:36 AM
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