I Scare Old People.

So, today I had to call the dr's because as usual, I let my thyroid prescription run out instead of giving myself a few days grace. I managed to get an appt, so the littles and I hopped in the van and took off to town on this nice, sunny day. As we drove through our rural neighbourhood, I noticed a little old man hitchhiking his way into town, with his black cloth shopping bag tucked under his arm. I am not in the habit of picking up people thumbing their way around, unless I know them. Being I live in a small town, there are several people I won't pick up because I know what they are like as well. I felt like an idiot after I drove by this elderly gentleman and decided to turn around, because after all, I knew I could take him if it came to push and shove and he got frisky or weird on me. What I didn't count on was his colorful vocabulary, which was full of descriptions of "d*mn bears" and "where the h*ll was his brown sugar for his porridge this morning?!" It could have been a lot worse, and to give him credit, he didn't realize that I had a 3 and 6 year old in the back, though I tried to explain that a few times. I don't know that he will let ME pick him up anymore though anyways- he probably thinks I am loonier than a coon as when J spoke to me from the back, I would answer him. Since the old gentleman didn't know J was back there, he asked me what radio station I was talking too. Since I thought he was teasing my son, I was like "Ha, ha, yah, the name of that station is Jake, and it's 6 years old! ha ha." He said a feeble "oh" and was puzzled and quiet for a few moments. When I dropped him off, I was still trying to explain that I was talking to my CHILD in the back, but I think he was just trying to humour me to get out of the scary redhead's vehicle. sheesh.