I volunteered at a kid's race yesterday, and actually got to referee a parental fight when a woman came late (admittedly) and had to make room on the rack that corresponded to her kid's age. There was plenty of room on the rack - she was moving them over a smidge - and these two dads (neither of whom was a triathlete, based on their comments) went totally ape$%#^ on her, screaming that she should move her kid's stuff to the other rack - which was for a different age group. I tried to explain that she couldn't do that when they started going nuts on me (which is better than going nuts on her, but still not pleasant). I responded with hands up - "STOP - this is supposed to be fun, settle down" and motioned for our 6'4" burley tattooed volunteer (man) to come "assist."
We ended up explaining to these guys that stuff gets moved, that it's annoying, but it's part of the sport. Welcome to the club, pops. :) They seemed to think that all the kids deserved three feet of unimpeded space. The kids, frankly, didn't care. It was more than a little impressive how they handled stepping on each others' toes.
I guess the point of my post is that it's annoying to everyone, but it's not worth the mental energy. I guess we just have to roll with it, ladies!
We ended up explaining to these guys that stuff gets moved, that it's annoying, but it's part of the sport. Welcome to the club, pops. :) They seemed to think that all the kids deserved three feet of unimpeded space. The kids, frankly, didn't care. It was more than a little impressive how they handled stepping on each others' toes.
I guess the point of my post is that it's annoying to everyone, but it's not worth the mental energy. I guess we just have to roll with it, ladies!