Sunday 28 October 2007

PARENT RAGE

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.
Rant over. It was a lovely day other than that!

8 comments:

She's like the wind said...

Older people infuriate me, they are so rude. I was in M&S in Glasgow with 10 yo son and 7 yo daughter, we needed the loo, so we all trooped into the ladies and queued, 3 very 'old dears' came in and wispered all staring at my son and raising eyebrows, I assume they felt he was too old to be in the ladies. There were on 2 toilets, so I sent the children in first and they were warned to stand outside my door once they had washed their hands, which they did and I came out and they were still staring and wispering. It took me all my time not to come right out and say 'What's your problem?' However he might be too old to go into the ladies, but he is too precious to be out of my sight! so there. OAP's hhhmmm

She's like the wind said...

Whispering - I meant. LOL

Manic Mother Of Five said...

Glad I'm not the only one who has these "moments"..........

Good to hear from you S/E Mum

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

What an ignorant toerag. Your little lad at least has the benefit of a caring mother and father who can show him that compassion and being caring are excellent qualities to have and not be like the thick f-wit that sat and laughed at him.

Manic Mother Of Five said...

Hey there MOB - have seen you over at Swearing Mother's blog. Welcome! Thank you for your kind comments. I still shake my head in disbelief at his reaction. Still no long term damage done, my little man is back to his normal, mischievous self.

Come back soon

The Woman who Can said...

How damn rude of him. I've been known to rant a little myself; I commend you on your restraint!

Manic Mother Of Five said...

Hey Tina, I am English reserve personified! Also, as I had husband with me I didn't want to let on as he would have totally lost the plot. Number 4 is his double in looks and personality and they are very, very close. He would have either thumped the offender on the spot or subjected him to a tirade of abuse a sailor would be proud of. I decided discretion was the better option!

Manic Mother Of Five said...

Thanks for dropping by Aminah (what a lovely name by the way. Hope to talk again.