It was a beautiful day in NYC, one of those days that you dream about when the city has become colder than an elf armpit. I was strolling around the Fort Tryon wilderness with Rhett on our way to the Medieval Festival. Fort Tryon has been the host of the Medieval Festival for years now because of the old and magical feel the park provides. As we walked up a hill towards all of the festival I began to see a bow staff here and a man in leggings there. It was sparse at first but the number of Robin Hood inspired characters grew as I marched closer to the top of the hill. 
I could spend hours writing about all the things I saw, tasted, smelled, and heard. But this post isn't about the wonderful things that happened; this post is about what a person does when they see someone they love being picked on and what it tells you about who you are as a person. Kind of like learning everything about a guy when you watch him play church basketball.
We made our way to the portable thrown together stadium where a couple was demonstrating their skills in hawk flying…Is there a term for that? Anyway, we found some empty seats and cheered on with the rest of the crowd.
A cold breeze that chilled me to the bones swooped up the bleachers. I looked down and running up the steps was a throng of children. I shivered and held my breath as they approached. I have been told in the past that they are like T-Rex's and if you stay very still they won't be able to see you, (they were wrong). They surrounded Rhett and I and the one little girl who seemed to be the leader glared right at Rhett. "He stole our seat" she shrilled "That guy is a jerk for stealing our Seat! What a Jerk"
This went on and on till I couldn't take it anymore! I leaned forward so I could look her straight in the eyes. Blind with the anger I shouted back at her. "HEY!!! IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR NAME'S ON IT!"
Ghah! I am so lame! But I was just so protective of Rhett. Can you really blame me for losing my cool? Plus, my fourth grader response worked. The rotten little girl retreated and took the little band of bleacher bullies along with her.
And everyone lived happily ever after.
6 comments:
Oh how I love this tale! You are such a HERO! What a frightening experience that you had to endure, but you succeeded in fighting off the evil villians, all with the power of your words! Thank goodness for 4th grade!
That's awesome, dude. One time, during our Senior excursion to Sunsplash, I was waiting in a food line. This kid in front of me started making fun of me and saying I had bad breath...So I took a deep breath and blew all my horrible breath out right into his face. Low? Yep. Effective? You know it.
Friggin' hilarious Leslie! I missed your blog.
hahahahaha! this story is awesome. nyc kids need you to check them. real good.
i love you. come play with me.
Leslie you are so cool! You know your mom- I would have done the same thing and possibly more. Plus Rhett does not deserve to be treated that way. Good for you
Hahaha! I am with stinkin fifth graders ALL dang day and oh how I wish I could talk to them like that and not get fired!! Your awesome! And I really missed you blogging too!
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