If you go to San Antonio to meet up with a friend and the weather is absolutely perfect, it is not a good idea to go down to the riverwalk. In fact, not only is it not a good idea, it’s a downright bad idea. You will spend an hour trying to drive a block and $15 to park, just to walk around a dirty man made river dyed green for St. Patricks Day.
Still, I was fortunate to have one little enjoyable experience.
We stopped by the mall on our way back to the car, so my friend could pick up something for a birthday party they were headed to. As we were walking down aisles of clothes, I hear a voice call out from behind me. It was louder than a regular speaking voice, but not quite a yelling voice. This somewhat overactive voice said, “Boobies! Boobies everywhere!”. It caught me so off gaurd, I actually snorted. I kept walking though without turning around as I didn’t want to make a scene. As we walked, the person behind us repeated this rather entertaining thought another five or six times.
When we finally took a turn, I managed to subtly steal a glance back at our followers. It appeared to be a father and son walking together. I assume it was the son speaking, but truly I could not say for sure. You have to wonder though. Is that a sign of a father and son that feel free and happy together, or is it parenting gone terribly, terribly wrong?