Bike Snob today:
In New York City, bike polo is played in a Chinatown playground, which has resulted in exchanges like the following in many of the local homes:
*Mom: Hi, son. What are you doing home so soon? You finished all your homework so I said you could go play with your friends.
Son: Yes, but when we got there a bunch of big kids was already there. They said we couldn’t play because they were there first.
Mom: Big kids? How old were they?
Son: I’d say mid-20s to early 30s. They were playing hockey on their bicycles.
Mom: Those don’t sound like kids to me. You should have told them the playground is for children.
Son: We did, and they said they’d be done around 10 or 11 and we could play after that. We explained that was past our bedtime, and they said too bad, they all had graphic design jobs to get to the next morning too. But they did say if we got there at the same time tomorrow we could do “odds-evens” for it. They also said we could play if we wanted, but it looked really stupid.*
Bike Snob today:
In New York City, bike polo is played in a Chinatown playground, which has resulted in exchanges like the following in many of the local homes:
*Mom: Hi, son. What are you doing home so soon? You finished all your homework so I said you could go play with your friends.
Son: Yes, but when we got there a bunch of big kids was already there. They said we couldn’t play because they were there first.
Mom: Big kids? How old were they?
Son: I’d say mid-20s to early 30s. They were playing hockey on their bicycles.
Mom: Those don’t sound like kids to me. You should have told them the playground is for children.
Son: We did, and they said they’d be done around 10 or 11 and we could play after that. We explained that was past our bedtime, and they said too bad, they all had graphic design jobs to get to the next morning too. But they did say if we got there at the same time tomorrow we could do “odds-evens” for it. They also said we could play if we wanted, but it looked really stupid.*