There’s A Rug For Every Floor

The other day we were in a shopping center watching the fireworks when we decided to take a break from waiting around- to get some ice cream. The line, as one would expect, was quite long.

Now, aside from the amount of body heat radiating…. the close quarters of skin bumping into other skin… and the overall ehh feeling of being in the shop- the thing that trumped all those listed was this one mother.

Now, before you get all excited, there is nothing wrong if one has special needs or issues. After all, my child- when I can get her out of the house, will travel with a minimum of 4 water bottles and a cold cloth- so I get it. But…. this woman was in a special league of her own.

She had two boys- whose bedtime had probably passed hours before- and she was trying to discipline them for just being overtired toddlers. She was loud- overly loud. I’m not sure if she was trying to garner some support from me as another mother, but she was annoyingly loud.

“Put that down! Uhgggghhhh, would you stop? I’m not going to buy you….”

Now, I’ll stop for a moment at her empty threat- for she didn’t stand in line for 13 minutes to then vacate the premises sans sweets.  But she was so loud- that an example is  key for you to understand what I mean.

Imagine the Roseanne Barr whine with Honey Boo Boo’s mother’s demeanor and Sandra Bernhard’s overall loudness and then you have a smidgen of what I witnessed. To make matters worse, her hairy husband who emerged from the bathroom was either ignoring her loudness and lack of patience or he was just happy someone wanted to sleep with him in the first place.

In any case, I don’t know who I felt more sad for: the wooly father, the cranky kids or the other patrons who had to listen to her use her outside voice to find out whether they wanted sprinkles or chips… when she was standing right next to them?

About Lady in Red

mom of 3
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