I agree Slappy about kids crying in public, if they howl continuously. My little monster (and believe me she can be) screamed for a total of not more than 3 minutes. Well, Slappy you are not far from me, being in the Boston Areola. Maybe you could give me your superhero contact method and if it happens again, you can fly in and do your superhero stuff.
One time, to ask a girl to the Prom, I wanted to be really creative, so I riled up a hungry grizzly and let it loose in her choir class. When they finally calmed it down they foudn a note tied to its neck that said "Will you 'maul' with me to the Prom?"
I know that's a little off topic, but it's the truth.
Linkat wrote:We should get some parent group together to fight the supermarket Mafia. Whenever one of those busybodies decides to say something, we all jump and kick the crap out of them and ceremoniously dump their sorry a** out of the grocery store.
I have an idea, why don't we make these people take care of 5 kid's for...umm, a week.
All day long...night time too!
Nothing like experience to teach a person.
I was kidding about hating kids crying. I don't care, unless it's on a plane and I'm trying to sleep. Even then, it's not the kid's/parent's fault, so I'm not REALLY pissed at anyone. I'm usually patient.
When you want me to fly in and tell old bags to go hump a fist, just punch yourself very hard in the face, three times. I'll be there.
Linkat - you should have started screaming and crying "oooooo she told me to shut up" and bawling like a two year old, thrown youself on the floor squawling - the whole tantrum thing.
Not only would your kids most likely have stopped fussing immediately but the old biddy would think twice before she issued such "advice" again.
I used to love those little car baskets. Then, one time Mo grabbed a huge pack of beef short ribs, popped it open and left a meat trail through the grocery. I took the nearly empty pack back to the butcher and we laughed hysterically for several minutes. I still shop there because they have nice staff but I will not let Mo ride in the car basket anymore.
Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:When you want me to fly in and tell old bags to go hump a fist
Just when I think I have become unshockable...YOU show up!
I think to combat these supermarket mafia wenches, I will carry around a tape recording of a screaming child and play it over.. and over.. and over again.
If any of these mafia wenches approaches me, I will just follow them through the entire store and to thier car with this tape playing as loud as it will !
Definitely Boomerang! I have to be careful how close I get to the shelves, as my daughter likes to pull things off too. The one thing is those carts are so huge in the front that I have a tendency to hit things (including other carts). I, of course, blame my daughter and tell her she needs to drive better.
Paulaj – we need to find the most ill-behaved children to do this. Unfortunately by children will behave well for others; they only misbehave with family members.
Slappy – I disagree with the not the parent’s fault in many cases. I have seen so many parents on plane flights that are idiots. They go on a flight with young children and bring nothing to amuse them, they sleep while their child is howling, they do nothing to try to pacify them. I have flown with my two young children across country and there are lots of ways to amuse them, you just have to be prepared. They will sometimes cry, but you can typically distract them after a little bit.
Shewolfn – perfect. Maybe plan a bug on them with the screaming child so they can never avoid the noise.
