Please Spay Or Neuter Your Godawful Crotchdropping
I'm reasonably sure this is common knowledge, but if not: I'm childfree. I've never wanted children in my life, I didn't like them when I was one, I don't like them now, and working in an environment where a lot of them misbehave all at once really hasn't changed my mind. (Also, my DNA fucking sucks and we'd all be happier if another heapin'
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at least she didn't GET it for him. That's my very favorite kind of parenting. "No, you can't have that." "WWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Oh fine! *gets it*"
But seriously. Screaming his fool head off? Throwing groceries out of the cart? Oh I'll SHOW you the end of the world my friend! This is a job for... DISCIPLINE!
Of course, like pixelation, I am not a parent and am, in fact an armchair quarterback. Also, every child is different and requires different methods of abuse(I just know someone will call Child Protective Services on me at some point: "How DARE you put teaching your child to be a decent human being over their temporary happiness!"). But. In that situation, the minute the kid starts screaming, you leave the cart with Daddy and walk the FUCK out of the store. Then you administer discipline in the car. I wasn't there, but two to one the kid was screaming primarily for strangers' benefit; he was WAY too old to be that unable to control his emotions. At the very least it is an antisocial act to expose innocent strangers to aural abuse like that.
To conclude, *hug* and I so wish I'd been there to slap the taste out of his mouth and run. Poor Lee.
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