Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I just got back from Winco where I witnessed one of the worst temper tantrums ever.  And before I go any further, no, it wasn't Miss Grace.  Thank God.  I'd like to think I nipped that one in the bud early on.  

I could hear this kid from the moment I walked in the store.  It sounded like demons screaming, "I want that flower!" over and over again.  They were in the produce section and I needed mushrooms.  Sure enough, there was this little towheaded little boy on his hands and knees hanging onto his mother's cart as she tried to push it along.  "I want that flower!  Aaaaaaaaah!"   I had to get out of there.  Mom was ignoring it all.  Dad too.  That's right.  Dad too.  There were two of them.  I only had a couple of more things to get so I made my way away from them.  But the screaming didn't stop.  After I had gathered my things, I ran into them again and Mom was finally giving him the 3 count.  Yeah lady.  I think it might be a little late for that.  As I was going through the check out, I saw Dad take him out... and he was still screaming.  And when I drove out, there they sat on the curb... where he was still screaming.  


I don't know their situation.  The boy could have behavioral issues.  They could be shitty parents.  But Gawd.  All that screaming for the 15 minutes I spent in that store sent me reeling.  I had to get it out of my system and you are the recipients.