The gym was nearly empty during the daytime when here comes this pair of parents who had been annoying me the day before by baby-stalking with their toddler anyone in sight.
My climbing partner for the day works at the gym, so she has to be nice to everyone even when she's not working because she will see them again. She and I are deep in our climbing session, getting ready to climb the next route, when here comes Daddy blasting out of the cardio room. I had seen him in there with the toddler and a woman who was jumping rope. He thought it was cute to give the girl her own rope, but she wasn't jumping. She was just putting it over her head and back over and over.
"Hey, you have to see something really cute!" he told my climbing partner. He dragged her into the room to watch the girl put the rope over her head. My friend has to feign interest because she still represents the gym. She returns to me grumbling about how silly it is to let a 2-year-old run the family. Then as I'm tying in to begin my climb, these breeders bring their toddler RIGHT UNDER where I am obviously beginning to climb. So it's MY BAD if I start climbing because I should see the baby, worship the baby and stop my workout for the baby. I couldn't start climbing because she was in my way, and if I fell on her, she would be badly injured.
"Oooh, you want to climb, baby?" they coo at the girl. I stare stone-faced, fighting back my urge to ask them why, out of all the blank walls in the gym, the girl must climb right under my rope. Eventually they went away.
Just because their world revolves around this little creature doesn't mean mine does. I guess I could have pointed out to them that they were being bad parents by allowing her to "climb" -- just gripping the holds but going nowhere -- right under my rope. But I was too steamed to think of anything that wasn't caustic, and I didn't want them to tattle on my friend. "Your worker climbs with a mean girl who didn't worship our baby. Punish her!"
I'm sure I'll see them again, and I can then point out they are putting her in harm's way if they put her under me.
I'm sure they wouldn't have done that if I were a dude. I'm sure they thought my assumed maternal instinct would cause me to writhe in the joy of being exposed to their child.
Little do they know there are women who don't worship at the altar of diaper.