Sunday, July 27, 2014

How hot is Florida in July?

Cross posted to Ambiance on July 27, 2014 at 8:30 pm

Hot enough to melt people's brains.

A friend of mine, Heather Fallon, posted this example to FaceBook:

Posted Friday, 7/25

A few days ago, 9 year old Jake and our 14 year old neighbor, ventured out (with full parental permissions) on their bikes, wearing helmets, with cell phones, cash, and water bottles, for a 3 mile bike ride (sidewalk the WHOLE route) to the comic book store. Just as they got to their destination, two deputy sheriffs AND a state trooper pulled up in front of them. Someone called 911 and said "it's way too hot for two young boys to be riding bikes." The caller described the youngest boy as being "FIVE". His neighborhood friend who has been our neighbor for 14 years (ALL OF JAKE'S LIFE), when asked by the Po-Po, said Jake was "I dunno. Like 5 or 6 maybe." Parents were called and went and retrieved the boys. I wasn't there but I think Billy asked the cops something like, "WTF? Y'all got nuthin' better to do? THREE cop cars had to respond? They had helmets. They biked together. They had a phone and made a call home at their halfway mark. We finally get them out of the video game CAVE and What did they do WRONG?" They answered a complaint from someone alleging two boys were in danger. From heat. Outside. In Florida. In July. And then just as the words "heat exhaustion" were mentioned, Jake hurled red Gatorade.
Yep. Reminds me of the police showing up in force at my house late last year because someone called the cops on me for having abducted a child. The child was my daughter, and apparently someone heard me tell her, "Catherine, I won't leave you behind. I will never leave you behind," and took that to mean I was kidnapping her. (What I was actually doing was reassuring my very cranky child that I wasn't, you know, going to leave her behind someplace.)

All of which gets me to a conversation at our household this morning:

Wife: It's National Parents Day!
Me: Huh.
Wife: I think this means we can run away!
Daughter: _I_ don't want to run away!
Wife: You weren't invited!

I'm pretty sure that could get us arrested.

3 comments:

chickelit said...

It's muckin' fuggy here. It actually sprinkled today. Weird.

Icepick said...

You're down near San Diego, right?

chickelit said...

Oceanside is midway between San Diego and L.A. -- on the coast.