So there I am. Minding my own business, with the family, standing at the checkout at the local dollar store picking up some Halloween supplies. My son steps on my (sandaled) toes for about the fourth time that day. I lean down and tell him to knock that shit off. As I'm trying to help wifey get everything out of the cart, the four year old behind us in line walks up and stomps on my foot. Is this fucking WalMart?!? No, no it's not Wal Mart. But I have to say, my first instinct was to turn around and punch the dad in the fucking nose. Much to my surprise, said dad actually was paying some attention, and in short order I had an apology on my hands - which I accepted, graciously, I might add.
Long story short, I was shocked that the little fucker stomped on my foot, and more shocked that his father actually made him apologize.
Yes, I've been drinking, so if this seems somewhat disjointed, then fuck you, it's because it is. Gah.
4 comments:
That's a bold child. Thankfully for me...I scare children.
Boo for the kid, but hoorah for actual hands on parenting!!
..and, yeah, X what's with the sandals anyway?
Bah...4 year olds only survive because most of them possess a fair amount of cute, but hurrahs for the dad who did his job.
and uhm...sante!
DB: I thought I did, but not this little prick. Thought he was right funny.
WbVW and DD: Socks suck. Sandles are to be worn until it snows. Sometimes, longer.
brite: Trust me, he wasn't that cute. Cute like a hemorrhoid, maybe.
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