Sometimes I just want to tell people to shut the fuck up, and while you’re at it, shut your kids up as well. I mean, honestly.
We were in a grocery store today. The store was not overly crowded, but enough people to make me nervous and to make me look over my shoulder every few seconds. A paranoid habit I picked up somewhere.
What really pissed me off was the parents in the store letting their children run rampant, screaming at the tops of their lungs. The “parents,” meanwhile, were, apparently, standing around with their thumbs lodged right up their fat asses not doing damn thing to stop the little howler monkeys from screeching.
You might get the impression I don’t like kids. Well, I don’t. Not really. I mean, some of them are OK. But the ones that run all over their parents, who scream and yell in public and treat their parents like so much shit, I don’t have any respect for them or their so-called parents.
We finally got through the check-out line and got home.
Another incident occured at Borders at our local mall, last night. A group of tennagers were hanging around the bathrooms (why, I’m not entirely clear on). They kept setting off the alarms (Borders has a anti-theft machine similar to the one near the two entrances), I guess to see if they could fool it.
Anyway, when the machine would go off, they would laugh, wait for it to stop making noise, then set it off again. It was some perverse “entertainment” for them. I just do not understand.
What is it with kids these days? More to the point, what’s up with the parents of these kids? Are children really only a status symbol, a physical representation of a working labido? “I have bred. See? My child. I am viril. Worship me.” Is this the mentallity we really want as a society?