Nightmare Fuel, Test Grade
So I'm at the store today doing some grocery shopping. Right in front of me is a young couple and their two kids, one about 3 and one maybe 2. The youngest is in the little seat in the front where he should be. The older one is standing up in the basket, like all the warning signs say not to. Why do I care?
Because the moment I caught sight of him the kid in the basket tumbled out, did a complete backflip and landed flat on his back, his head mere millimeters from striking the pallet where the watermelons are (there's an image for you!)
The kid started crying immediately, which is a good sign, but god DAMN the first thing the mother did was pick him up and act like he just stumbled. He hit the fucking floor, lady! But here's the kicker: the father takes the younger one out of the seat in the basket... and STANDS HIM UP IN THE GODDAM CART!
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLES? WHO LET YOU BREED?? GAAAAAHHHHH!!!
I was THIS close to having a screaming fit in the store at these people. There are no words adequate to explain how much I want to drop them on their air filled heads, where the least amount of damage would be done. I was THIS close to ending up on the national news, and not in a good way.
I still wonder if I shouldn't have just done it anyway.
There's only one real remedy for something like that.
Write it into a story.
So, I will. I know just the place for it. The new big ass book that popped into my head yesterday.
I so want to just leave this to Karma, but I have doubts even that will be enough.
Just... just... DAMMIT.
Because the moment I caught sight of him the kid in the basket tumbled out, did a complete backflip and landed flat on his back, his head mere millimeters from striking the pallet where the watermelons are (there's an image for you!)
The kid started crying immediately, which is a good sign, but god DAMN the first thing the mother did was pick him up and act like he just stumbled. He hit the fucking floor, lady! But here's the kicker: the father takes the younger one out of the seat in the basket... and STANDS HIM UP IN THE GODDAM CART!
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLES? WHO LET YOU BREED?? GAAAAAHHHHH!!!
I was THIS close to having a screaming fit in the store at these people. There are no words adequate to explain how much I want to drop them on their air filled heads, where the least amount of damage would be done. I was THIS close to ending up on the national news, and not in a good way.
I still wonder if I shouldn't have just done it anyway.
There's only one real remedy for something like that.
Write it into a story.
So, I will. I know just the place for it. The new big ass book that popped into my head yesterday.
I so want to just leave this to Karma, but I have doubts even that will be enough.
Just... just... DAMMIT.