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A day before New Year's Eve, my dad asked me to take him into town, because with his newly adjusted heart meds he wasn't supposed to drive until they'd settled. We ended up going to the Mart of Walls for some last-minute grocery items. When we walked into the store, I immediately noticed that there was a little boy -- maybe ten years old? -- kneeling on the floor next to a deli cooler, clutching a toy truck that was still in its packaging. He was rocking a little bit, and his eyes kept shifting back and forth, but you could tell that he wasn't really focusing on anything. I figured his parents were nearby -- there were a ton of people in line -- and although I thought it was kinda a dick move to plant your mentally-challenged kid on the floor while you order lunchmeat, it wasn't my business, and I continued on to do my shopping.
A half-hour later, I'd paid for my stuff and met my dad over by the deli, where he was contemplating dinner. THE BOY WAS STILL THERE. About five seconds after my dad talked himself out of a rotisserie chicken, the boy's mother shows up, pushing a full shopping cart, and tells him it's time to go. I was immediately filled with so much unadulterated, CAPSLOCKY RAGE that I was thisclose to starting something, right there by the Wal-Mart deli counter. Luckily for everyone, my dad chose that moment to go pay for his groceries, and the woman [and probably her kid, who it would've sucked to traumatize MORE] was saved from my wrath.
It took me three days to post about this without being overwhelmed by anger, you guys. Even now, I just... *mutters*
A half-hour later, I'd paid for my stuff and met my dad over by the deli, where he was contemplating dinner. THE BOY WAS STILL THERE. About five seconds after my dad talked himself out of a rotisserie chicken, the boy's mother shows up, pushing a full shopping cart, and tells him it's time to go. I was immediately filled with so much unadulterated, CAPSLOCKY RAGE that I was thisclose to starting something, right there by the Wal-Mart deli counter. Luckily for everyone, my dad chose that moment to go pay for his groceries, and the woman [and probably her kid, who it would've sucked to traumatize MORE] was saved from my wrath.
It took me three days to post about this without being overwhelmed by anger, you guys. Even now, I just... *mutters*
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