This afternoon Vince had to run pick up some weird kind of nails . . yep, it was the trencher . . and that wasn’t all the damage he did but he’s threatened to take my keyboard and my camera away if I mention it on here . . but we stopped by a local fast food place to grab a snack.
A man, woman, and two children, probably 3 and 5 came in and sat at the booth behind us. They were all dressed neatly, looked like upper middle class folks . . probably headed to the lake or a pool party they way they were dressed. Mom was nice and tan . . skinny . . so I already didn’t trust her. 🙂 She may or may not have been the mother to the kids . . I have no idea but both she and the man had on wedding rings (though I’m quite married and neither Vince nor myself had on rings) . . so what does that have to do with anything, right?
Anyway, the little child spilled his drink. The “mom” used about 4 bad words talking to the child. Really? It was a child and it was an accident! She looked at the husband and said “Are we going to PAY for another drink?” The man got up and cleaned up the mess, wiped the kid down, went to the counter and got a towel. Then he went and got another drink . . whether he paid for it or not, I don’t know. The woman never lifted a finger to help. While the man was gone, she kept badgering the kid “Way to go!” “Can’t you do anything right?” I told Vince it was all I could do not to turn around and say something to her.
First, what kind of woman talks to a child that way? He wasn’t being loud or obnoxious and thank goodness, as far as I could tell, he wasn’t crying or I probably would have said something to her. And, what kind of man lets a woman talk to a kid that way without stopping her? Moms . . please teach your sons to be MEN!
We got in the car and I told Vince . . You wonder sometimes why I love Nicole so much? First, she would never ever talk to anyone . . even her enemies, like that and second, she would have gotten up and helped a stranger clean up a spilled drink . . she would never have sat there and let Chad do all the work.
There were dozens of other families in there and probably no one else was talking to their kids this way so say 1 bad egg out of 24 . . it ain’t bad . . unless you’re that one poor little child whose mom acts that way. Poor kid! I cannot imagine being a child and having someone talk to me that way. Heck, I can’t imagine being an adult and having someone talk to me that way.
I remember an incident when Chad was little that I still feel bad about. He was probably 2nd or 3rd grade and had a doctor’s appointment. His doctor was at one of their satellite clinics that day so it was about a 15 mile drive from the school to the doctor. I picked him up at school, took him to the doctor, then we either got lunch or a drink but it was styrofoam cups. We were almost back to school and he kept playing with the straw and I had told him he was going to poke a hole in the cup if he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop and he poked a hole in the cup and the drink spilled all over his clothes and the car. It was about 20 miles home . . we had to drive home, change his clothes, clean out the car, go back to school. I really fussed at him because I had asked him already to stop playing with that straw but I was angry and was more unkind than I should have been and I still feel bad about that incident. I’ve told him several times through the years that I felt bad about it. I don’t think it left any permanent scars and I hope what this woman did today was a one time thing and not a way of life but she surely didn’t let up and the dad surely didn’t say anything to stop her.
Yes, it’s best I stay home and never go out in public. Lately I seem to be a magnet for folks that make me want to become a total recluse.