“Geez! Get a room, you two! Right here at the park?!”
I looked around, expecting to see a young couple making out on a blanket in the field behind me. Nope. Not in the woods above the swings and slides, either. It was then I realized that the man was referring to a mother who was sitting on a private bench, on a hill overlooking the play structure. She was quietly nursing her sleeping newborn while her toddler played several yards away, breathing in the last gasps of a glorious summer evening. And also the secondhand smoke of the outraged man’s Marlboro Red.
“I stood up and laughed
Thought it was a joke
That’s the way the world goes ’round.” -John Prine