On the school run there's an alley way that cuts through to the school. At one end there is a circa. 1940/50 sign that says, 'Cycling Prohibited'. It's an beautiful antique that has been vandalised several times and is just legible. It has 'charm'.
Scores of us march through the alley way in a slow procession to our place of academia. I tick along in the crowd on my Surly Big Dummy with my 7 year old on the back. I don't need to squeeze past or dismount. After all we only end up in another queue outside the school gates.
Today was a bit different. Another dad who is rarely on school run duty, marched past us all and stood under the said sign, hands on hips and eyeballed the sign theatrically. I could tell he wasn't going to actually say anything so I did: 'It's an advisory sign.' Says I.
A 'isn't , is, isn't, is, isn't' argument nearly ensued, but given that all the mums were walking past us greeting me cheerfully, this fat twat soon harrumphed off not getting the due reaction I think he expected.
His mother in law is very embarrassed. Twat.
Just wanted to get that off my chest. It's good to share.