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Really Experienced
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- Feb 15, 2012
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At the playground, my daughter was playing with the bocci balls. Another kid came up to her and told her to move because he wanted to play there. I glanced over at the mom, but she was too busy texting on her phone to pay attention. When the kid repeated his demand, I said very gently, "Sweetie - you need to wait your turn. My daughter was here first." The mom looked up and shot me a go to hell look for daring to say something to her little angel.
I grew up in Georgia in the 80s and remember seeing people respond just as poorly or worse to my dad when he had the effrontery to object to the shit their shit parenting was allowing their shit children to do in public. That "how dare you object to my little angel mistreating everyone around it!" attitude's been around for a long time and isn't limited by geography as far as I can tell.
The solution is, of course, wolves and other large predators.