You were the wackadoodle at the front door of Whole Foods who I usually avoid by entering near the restaurant. Now, I don't care what your agenda is (WWF, Surfrider, Greenpeace), but you have no business depositing your pre-adolescent daughter in what really becomes a bar after 6 p.m., especially when a brewery is hosting an event. You let her fend for herself for at least 90 minutes while I was there attending said brewery event. I have to say, your daughter was sweet and personable. But as a mom, it broke my heart to see you give her a dollar for a street taco, and then leave again. You stayed outside talking to strangers and getting signatures for your petition. Shame on you. I can only hope this was a one-off baby-sitter fail and not your usual gig.
