Well, apparently blowing bubbles makes me a dangerous person.
This is the story of a Special Snowflake who demanded I stop blowing bubbles because I was creating a traffic hazzard.
Little Knit loves blowing bubbles. We live on a quiet suburban street. It's not the very quietest street in the subdivision (it's one of the main subdivision streets), but it is "street hockey" quiet, meaning that several of the neighbour kids play street hockey safely.
So the other day, we were waiting for Mr Knit to come home. He was late getting in. It was getting close to 7pm. So LK and I went outside to blow bubbles and enjoy the evening and wait outside. It was quite breezy. This meant the bubbles were being lifted up and carried over rooftops. You could see them floating down the street for ages. This was delighting Little Knit to the point of shrieky toddler giggles and much hand clapping.
All of a sudden a big SUV slows down, the passenger window rolls down, and the guy yells at me to stop blowing bubbles onto the road! (I'm about 4 yards in from the road, actually, sitting up on our porch.
I wasn't sure I heard him right, so I stopped and said "Huh??" with a confused look.
"Don't be a +++++! Just don't blow bubbles onto the road! It distracts drivers and creates a hazzard!"
"I'm sorry, what??!!" I was totally baffled and caught off guard.
He squealed his tires as he sped off.
I'm not sure how bubbles are more dangerous than birds, bunnies, cats, dogs, or the weather (rain or snow), but... I plan on continuing to delight my daughter in the evening hours of the summer with bubbles while we wait for her daddy to come home.