I’m a grumpy old person. It’s hard for me to get out and about without finding fault. For example, yesterday, at MacArthur Mall.
Lydia and I took Benny and Sadie to see the three-D movie, G-Force. No, I’m not going to grump about the film; it was fun. However, my afternoon at the mall introduced me to two awful parents and their awful kids.
1) In the theater. I sat near a young woman with a small child. Little boy had an unusual voice. He was able to nearly raise the roof by roaring like a monster. What a horrible sound. He seemed to need to do this about every two minutes. His mom thought it was cute. Without confronting her and saying, “Hey, make your son shut up,” I had no idea how to proceed.
Then life gave me an opportunity. Suddenly, the film stopped, a technical glitch. I said, loudly, “Looks like that kid finally managed to roar the movie to death.” Little boy shut up thereafter. Heh-heh.
2) Following the film, Lydia and Benny needed to visit Barnes and Noble and Sadie needed to run around for a while. So, Sadie and I went to the kids’ run-around area by the food court.
The play area was packed. I had quite a job keeping my eyes on little girl. One problem was that a big boy…maybe twelve or thirteen years old… way, way, way too large for the play area... was pretty much full-time between me and Sadie. The big dunce threw himself around, crashing into this and that display and then falling down and pretend-crying. His mother sat nearby.
Play area security people came through twice and told both the boy and his mother that he had to leave. Boy and parent ignored this and the boy stayed.
And then the kid made the mistake of looking at me. I gave him about a thousand volts of grown-up wrath in one look. And I pointed to his mother. Immediately, he got up and went to sit by his parent.
I used to be one of those school teachers who could stop a charging rhino with a look. Still can.
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