Today nh and the kids took Pam to a free clinic where they presumably checked up on her two recent concussions. They waited an hour in the waiting room. The part of town wasn't good. The sign said NO WEAPONS ALLOWED. I don't remember seeing that sign at my doctor's office.
About 30 minutes into the waiting period wg2 walked up to a man at the checkout counter.
nh and dg4 were talking when nh heard wg2 asking, "Are you a pirate?" nh cringed. She didn't want to look up. What if the man had a peg leg or a patch over one eye or a treasure chest?
nh looks up. The man: mid 30's, fit, t-shirt, jeans (construction-esque), tattooed, long full hair covered by a do-rag, mustache and beard. Not mean looking, but tough looking. It could be the demeanor he uses with all two year olds. She interrupts, "Honey, how could he be a pirate, we're so far from the ocean?" The man replied, "No." And then added pointing to his motorcycle, "But that could be my boat in the parking lot."
nh lifted wg2 up to the window so he could see the "pirate's" motorcycle. I mean wouldn't a modern urban Cap'n Jack ride a motorcycle? wg2 said, "oh cool." wg2 then tried to convince his mom the man could be a pirate and that the ocean wasn't so far away.
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If I had to pick anyone to ask a very scary looking gentleman, "Are you a pirate?" It would be Wg2. What a cute kid. I'm glad it was a nice pirate.
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