Made by a child

• Posted by Deborah Taylor July 30, 2013 #getting made  #driving  2,585 views
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  Eek. I don't normally drive home from work dressed. It's a logistical nightmare. However, with a severe lack of dressing opportunities in my foreseeable future, I sufferred the nightmare of changing in the disabled loos on the ground floor, walking out into the car park and straight to my car. I've done it before, I know if i time it right, I'll be okay. 

   

  And I set off.

   

  I had not got a hundred yards from my office when I had to stop at a red light. 

   

  Driving I'm generally pretty passable, but not, it seems, to 6 year old girls. 

   

  As I sat there, I could see her pointing straight at me, her head turned to her father, who was making sure his two other children weren't about to dash into traffic. The mother arrived at the crossing area and now the entire family was staring in my direction.

   

  Now, i'm not particularly bothered about being made, but something inside me made me want to apologise to the parents for forcing them into a situation where they would have awkward questions to answer. 

   

  I didn't - I drove off when the lights went green, leaving them stood at the side of the road watching me go.

   

  Not an earth shattering event, but I had to tell somebody I felt like apologising, as I obviouly couldn't tell them!