A few weekend ago we went down to Delaware to stay with friends at their beach house. It’s the same trip we made last summer, that I wrote about here.
It’s crazy to see how different Mabel is one year later. We didn’t do much- another trip to the Farmer’s Market, a couple trips to the park, flying a kite on the beach, collecting shells and crab parts, board games, pulled pork, ferry rides, etc. All around a good time (except for the motorcycle gang, see below).
It’s also crazy to think that the last time we went down to Delaware (in February to meet up with my in-laws over President’s Day Weekend) Nemo was still in utero. This trip, he was able to enjoy the view from the ferry.
On the way down, there were about a dozen bikers (on motorcycles, not bicycles) headed down to some kind of rally. As we were waiting to get off the ferry, in the enclosed space of the car park, the bikers started their bikes and revved their engines incessantly and unnecessarily. Mabel complained about the noise (which was loud despite having the car windows closed). I made the near fatal error of saying, “I know it’s loud. There’s no need for them to do that. Those guys are being jerks.”
I thought nothing of it, other than patting myself on the back for saying ‘jerks’ instead of ‘*ssholes” which would have been a more apt description. (I mean if you have to rev your engine that much you are either showing off and being a jerk, you need a new carburetor, or you need to learn to drive.)
Fast forward to the return trip home. The biker rally is over and now there are DOZENS of bikers lining up to get on the ferry with us. We’re sitting in the car waiting for all of them to check in and proceed to their lanes and await the ferry when Mabel pipes up from the back seat, “That guy’s a jerk!” I assured her that he was just driving his bike, which was loud, and not really being a jerk. So, then, seeking clarification as another bike engine revved, “Is that guy a jerk?”
At that point Mac and I looked at each other and said, “Uh, oh.” When a group of bikers pulled up Mabel stated, “Those are a lot of jerks!” Mac and I then looked and each other and I said, “I really hope we don’t get in a fistfight on the ferry.”
As we boarded the ferry- bike engines roaring- I tried to explain to Mabel that just driving your loud bike doesn’t make you a jerk. Only someone who is really inconsiderate is a jerk. I shouldn’t have used that word, because it’s not a nice word.
Thankfully that seemed to satisfy her and she didn’t call anyone on the ferry a jerk. No fisticuffs ensued, as Mabel did nothing but charm all the tattooed, beer drinking (the ferry opened the bar for the 11:15AM trip), wallet on a chain wearing bikers.