Hey Lady, Control Your Brats
I walked (hobbled) into the truckstop to get something to eat. As my cash is running low I decided to get something cheap from the chicken place inside. I stood in line, ordered my food, and was waiting for it to be ready when these two women came in with 6 kids ranging in age (guessing) from about 5 to maybe 9 or 10. And these kids were obviously very wound up.
They were jumping, yelling, hopping up on the counter, playing with the soda fountain, and basically running amok. I could tell that I wasn't the only person standing there that was getting annoyed by these heathens. The two women were making no real effort to control these brats at all. One of them, a boy who looked about 7 or 8, in the process of running amok stepped upon my sandaled toes (bad leg of course). This tore it for me.
I snagged him by the shoulder and told him in my deepest carries-for-miles voice that he just stepped on my toes and that maybe it would be a good idea if he went over there (pointing to a chair) and sat down before someone got hurt. At this point one of the women apologized to me while I glared at her and the two women hearded up the brats (looked like cat hearding for a moment) and made them all sit down. One of the other drivers standing there came me a subtle thumbs up after the little monsters were seated.
After a couple of moments one of the kids started to get up and I glared over at her. The kid I fussed at quickly grabbed her and made her sit back down. I couldn't hear what he said to her as he was whispering, but I can well imagine.
I don't really dislike kids, but I seriously dislike parents that allow their kids to go wild in a public place and disturb other people. It really makes me want to grab a belt and beat the parent's ass.
Neither woman looked me in the eye the rest of the time I was waiting for my food.
! That reminds me of a similar story. When my sister was living in Atlanta with my brother's family, she once took my niece (5) and nephew (2) to the zoo. While they were there, our niece spotted a kid on a leash, and she very loudly said, "Look! That kid is so bad he's on a leash!" My sister, also very loudly, replied, "Yes, and I'll get one for you, too, if you don't stay by me!" The mother of the child on the leash laughed. My niece was apparently cowed by that threat because she stayed close.