Dear Little Mrs Bonehead,
Perhaps you were only going in for a few things.
Perhaps you were tired of dealing with a cranky three year old.
Or maybe you are just a dumbass.
Whatever reason you chose to leave your three year old son strapped in his car seat alone and crying while you shopped in the grocery store I work in was inexcusable.
Alone, crying and THREE years old. What a combination!
You didn't even have the decency to double park in the fire lane to run in for medicine. You walked into the store and strolled around for 15-20 minutes and bought popsicles. POPSICLES!!!!!!!!!!!
You are so lucky. Lucky the police didn't get there in time to arrest your stupid ass. Lucky that we had the presence of mind to have someone (me) stand out by the car and try to console him.
Lucky that some sick creep didn't unbuckle him and carry him right out of your life and into your worst nightmare. Your child is missing, explain to the police why he was alone in the car.
Then you casually walked to the car and when asked the question, "You left your child in the car alone?' you only answered, "Oh, he's okay."
That's when what I suspected was confirmed...you are an albeit, well dressed, young attractive Toyota RAV 4 driving dumbass.
Don't worry, we will meet again but you won't drive off again.
Why didn't I think of letting the air out of two tires? I'll be better prepared if this ever happens again.
Not officially over it.
T.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
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