Monday, November 22, 2010

A yummies story

Sid had tuck shop at school recently. You know, one of those things where parents lose some money to the kids and they get to buy all the snacks at school we've been avoiding at home. Well, at least they get to handle money and do some math.

So Sid bought some, ate some. But then he bought some tiny packets of yummies and stashed them in his bag for 'later'. For when he could eat in peace. He gets off the van near home and starts walking and eating. Now we always some specimens of the bovine variety hanging around our streets and one such, quite a biiiiiiig one, as described by Sid, was right in the middle of the road. Normally this wouldn't phase an Indian one bit. But Sid is barely 9 and I understand his consternation when he says the cow started coming at him 'for the yummies'. He tried dodging but it kept blocking the road and was, yes, gunning for the yummies. If you know yummies, you know they're fried snacks, those crunchy, spicy ones, hardly manna to a cow's palate.

Anyway, Sid ws now unnerved and when he saw two men walking past he asked "Uncle, can you please help me"? The two men just laughed and walked away. So not having learnt how to fend off attacks by cows ravenous for yummies at school, he did what he could. Threw the two opened packets on the road and scrambled for the gate.

Soon as he was in the door, he offered to show an unbelieving me the size of the cow and the two now empty packets lying on the street. But I was more perturbed about the two men who had just laughed off his request for help. What are we adults coming to?

1 comment:

  1. OMG! I feel for Sid! I had a similar thing happen to me when I was a child. And yes, God alone knows what adults come to! I hope I'm better and never say no to a child who needs help. Disgusting creeps!

    By the way they do the same even if it's an adult woman in distress. With me, it was dogs. Now I walk around with a knife at all times. Because a gun is problematic.