Friday, September 30, 2005
An Unfriendly Message
Here’s an unfriendly message to the woman, somewhat miraculously, took up three parking spaces in the small parking lot of a 7-11. With three little kids in tow, a little parenting isn’t out of the question, is it?
As I stood in line, waiting for the lottery hawks to buy their way into a somewhat uneasy retirement plan, those three kids wandered the store with, to be generous, a bare minimum of guidance. Poking bags of chips, knocking stuff from shelves, backing into and bouncing off of other patrons--and all the while, this woman with a severe parking problem completely ignored their actions.
Here’s the message:
Where did you get so amazingly arrogant as to believe that the rest of the world should babysit your kids? The only possible explanation for allowing them to run around without supervision is that you expect the other responsible adults in the store to make sure that the kids are safe and relatively non-destructive.
I don’t have kids for a reason, but, even if I did, I wouldn’t want to be a babysitter for yours.
And if someone does take the time to tell one of those little brats to suggest that they clean up after themselves by putting a bag of chips back on the shelf, don’t glare at the adult as if they’ve done something wrong. See, I don’t subscribe to the idea that it takes a village to raise a kid; I’m pretty firmly entrenched in believing that it’s good parenting that really does the trick.
But absent good parenting, it helps to have someone say “no”, “stop”, or “mind your manners” on occasion.
So, yeah, here’s the supplemental message of the day: fuck you, learn how to park your car, and keep your kids on a leash if you can’t find any other decent parenting strategies.
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