About a month or so ago, I walked up to a mother and son waiting to cross the street at an intersection. It wasn’t a main street and since no cars were coming in either direction, I paused momentarily and then went ahead and crossed the street. As I walked I heard the boy, who was about 5, say: Mama, she didn’t wait for the light!
In reply, I heard the mother say: That’s because she’s a bad girl.
So much for my setting a good example, I thought as I snickered on the other side of the street. Then, as I diligently placed all my recyclables into the appropriate bins for newspapers, colored and uncolored glass, metal and paper cartons, I began feeling all self righteous, thinking, yikes lady, there’s no need to call me bad. Look at me here doing my civic duty by recycling. Didn’t you see me with my two huge bags of recyclables that I was carrying when I made the judgment that it was safe to cross the road because I’M AN ADULT?
Then I laughed at myself for being pissed off at her for making me feel like a kid.
The fact is, most Swedes do patiently wait on the curb for the walk light to turn green. So culturally speaking, I guess you could say I was behaving badly. But really, I’m not such a bad girl.