treeguy64
Hari Om, y'all!
- Location
- Austin, TX.
OK, just got back from shopping. The whole time I was there, about a half hour, there was this horrific, ultra-loud, screaming sound every three to four minutes. I thought that some delivery conveyor belt needed oil, badly. I asked Janet what she thought it was. She said, "I think it's a kid!" "No way! How could any parents allow their kid to carry on like that?" We kept shopping, kept being disturbed. Terrible!
As we approached the checkout, I asked an employee, directing the floor, what that awful sound was. "It's a little boy, and his parents are coming up to the checkout, now." I looked over, about six lanes away: There was the little brat sitting in a cart, his dad was pushing it. My anger was tempered by the fact that his mom was in a electric riding cart, from the store. A little girl was walking with mom.
Sure enough, the kid kept up his annoying vocalizing. I had to control my urge to yell, "Shut your brat the hell up!" Then, a brief respite: Mom couldn't control her cart. She drove it right into the brat's cart!. Yay! That shut him up!
After they checked out, I saw another great thing: The little girl started running from mom. "Disabled" mom got out of her power cart, chased down her daughter, at lightning speed, scooped her up, and kept running, right out the door, behind her husband and brat son. She left the power cart right in the middle of the aisle, where everyone has to exit the store. Nice, what!
Great idea: Let's all take screaming brats to large stores, let's let them carry on while we remain unconcerned, and let's use power carts to get around the store, just because we're lazy losers! Never mind the folks who actually need those power carts, right? We're entitled!
The brat will grow up to be one of the entitled poor, lacking any self-control, and will, most likely, be a prison inmate by the time he's eighteen, if not sooner, seeing as he has such fine parents to guide him through his childhood years.
(Anticipating negative responses: Yes, maybe this three year old brat is Autistic, has Tourette's, or some other medical condition that manifests in those periodic, ultra-loud shrieks. I get that. Yeah, maybe mom was just so tired. OK. I guess we can make up excuses to excuse the inexcusable. Sure, OK, whatever.....)
As we approached the checkout, I asked an employee, directing the floor, what that awful sound was. "It's a little boy, and his parents are coming up to the checkout, now." I looked over, about six lanes away: There was the little brat sitting in a cart, his dad was pushing it. My anger was tempered by the fact that his mom was in a electric riding cart, from the store. A little girl was walking with mom.
Sure enough, the kid kept up his annoying vocalizing. I had to control my urge to yell, "Shut your brat the hell up!" Then, a brief respite: Mom couldn't control her cart. She drove it right into the brat's cart!. Yay! That shut him up!
After they checked out, I saw another great thing: The little girl started running from mom. "Disabled" mom got out of her power cart, chased down her daughter, at lightning speed, scooped her up, and kept running, right out the door, behind her husband and brat son. She left the power cart right in the middle of the aisle, where everyone has to exit the store. Nice, what!
Great idea: Let's all take screaming brats to large stores, let's let them carry on while we remain unconcerned, and let's use power carts to get around the store, just because we're lazy losers! Never mind the folks who actually need those power carts, right? We're entitled!
The brat will grow up to be one of the entitled poor, lacking any self-control, and will, most likely, be a prison inmate by the time he's eighteen, if not sooner, seeing as he has such fine parents to guide him through his childhood years.
(Anticipating negative responses: Yes, maybe this three year old brat is Autistic, has Tourette's, or some other medical condition that manifests in those periodic, ultra-loud shrieks. I get that. Yeah, maybe mom was just so tired. OK. I guess we can make up excuses to excuse the inexcusable. Sure, OK, whatever.....)
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