Parents of teenagers spend a lot of time waiting -- I know we do. Much waiting happens in parking lots, marking time while our spawns are at school, busied with extracurriculars or bonding with friends.The other evening, my wife and I were engaged in this sort of ritual thumb-twiddling outside a local martial-arts studio. She browsed through the day's mail and I, bored absolutely spitless, pulled out my camera phone...click.
A hot-air balloon, the same one we see just about every day, drifted lazily overhead. I opened the sunroof...click.Glancing around the parking lot I took note of the usual two- and four-wheeled suspects, driven there by patrons of the studio and the adjacent gym. Sitting far away from the others was a vehicle I hadn't seen before.
Judging it unusual enough (and not in a good way) to deserve a real photograph, I borrowed my wife's point-and-shoot camera...click.
In the words of our younger spawn, who eventually emerged from his martial-arts session, some things in this world just can't be fixed.
