Had a very peculiar experience today whilst shopping with husband and the three youngest offspring.
Now shopping "en famile" is fraught with its own dangers - husband isn't known for his tolerance when I am umming and ahhhhing about what to buy and the boys are definitely following in his footsteps in that regard. However, we had carefully negotiated our itinerary and objectives and had spent a couple of very productive hours re-shoeing the boys and getting a dress for me to wear for these blessed Awards on Friday. All good stuff.
So as a reward, husband was to be treated to a fresh, warm pasty from a well known high street retailer.......... As I was pushing the buggy, I brought up the rear whilst husband went ahead and ordered....... I looked up to see number 4 son picking himself up off the tiled floor in some obvious distress. It was a pretty unpleasant autumn day - very damp and he simply slipped on the tiles. What I was completely unprepared for was the sight of a grown man sitting at a nearby table laughing at my poor boy's distress. Maternal instinct prevailed and I gave my boy a cuddle and rubbed him better. He was ok - bit shaken up but no major injuries.
I glanced again at the table where the "offender" was still chuckling away. I just couldn't believe it and not in some comic Victor Meldrew way either.
What a PIG.
I stood and stared and I think he realised I wasn't overly impressed with his behaviour. I didn't say anything though goodness I had some choice phrases running through my mind. So to the gentleman in the Traditional Pasty Shop in Norwich City Centre at about 1pm today I would offer the following. "May your ear holes turn to arseholes and shit upon your shoulders".
Sorry to be so crude and base to those of a sensitive disposition but this person had obviously had an empathy bypass and subtlety would be lost.
Now shopping "en famile" is fraught with its own dangers - husband isn't known for his tolerance when I am umming and ahhhhing about what to buy and the boys are definitely following in his footsteps in that regard. However, we had carefully negotiated our itinerary and objectives and had spent a couple of very productive hours re-shoeing the boys and getting a dress for me to wear for these blessed Awards on Friday. All good stuff.
So as a reward, husband was to be treated to a fresh, warm pasty from a well known high street retailer.......... As I was pushing the buggy, I brought up the rear whilst husband went ahead and ordered....... I looked up to see number 4 son picking himself up off the tiled floor in some obvious distress. It was a pretty unpleasant autumn day - very damp and he simply slipped on the tiles. What I was completely unprepared for was the sight of a grown man sitting at a nearby table laughing at my poor boy's distress. Maternal instinct prevailed and I gave my boy a cuddle and rubbed him better. He was ok - bit shaken up but no major injuries.
I glanced again at the table where the "offender" was still chuckling away. I just couldn't believe it and not in some comic Victor Meldrew way either.
What a PIG.
I stood and stared and I think he realised I wasn't overly impressed with his behaviour. I didn't say anything though goodness I had some choice phrases running through my mind. So to the gentleman in the Traditional Pasty Shop in Norwich City Centre at about 1pm today I would offer the following. "May your ear holes turn to arseholes and shit upon your shoulders".
Sorry to be so crude and base to those of a sensitive disposition but this person had obviously had an empathy bypass and subtlety would be lost.
Rant over. It was a lovely day other than that!