Primeau & Grose: Behind the Scenes

Last night I got home from work and Carole asked me if I wanted to take the kids to Costco. We used to do that all the time. We'd load the kids into one of those over-sized Costco carts and give them hotdogs and pop and I'd drive them around the store while Carole filled her cart with a year's supply of kitty litter or a pie that was big enough to feed a small army. I was surprised to discover the kids were up for it too. At 16 and 14 they're a little too big for the cart ride but that didn't stop us from falling back into our old routine of splitting from mom so I could lock one of them in a display model garden shed or embarrass the other by holding up massive underwear and calling out loudly "Are these the ones you wanted?" We were having a blast... at least I was.

This kind of behaviour always attracts attention but none of us care about that. (I remember years ago popping a wheelie with the kids in the cart and a mother saying to Carole "Well... you married him" as she passed by. ) Then suddenly it changed. A man approached me as I was attempting to run over my son with a cart and said "Do you think before you act?" I understand that people think I'm acting childishly in public but I love goofing around with my kids and I'm not going to apologize for having fun. "I try not to" was my answer. The gentleman then launched into a tirade about why Danielle Smith should never have to apologize for her candidates remarks about gays.

Wait. This is about the radio show? I listened. I thanked him for listening. I found Carole in the frozen foods section and told her I'd meet her at the car. It was, once again, deflating. Not because he disagreed with my position. Not because he clearly didn't listen long enough or carefully enough to even know my position. Because, once again, my personal time with my family was taken from me by someone who clearly does not understand boundaries. If you own a radio I assume you also own a phone. Call the show. Text the show. Post on Facebook. Tweet me. Email me. But do not assume that Costco is the appropriate place to vent about politics with me.