Originally Posted by *SunShyne*
I went to Metrotown today because my boyfriend needed to buy jeans and we wanted to see Spiderman 3. I realize going to Metrotown on a weekend is a bad idea in the first place, but I had gone before, and survived. But today was a day from hell with all the little shit bastard kids there.
In the 2 hours we were in the mall, we encountered the biggest brats I had ever had seen.
Kids running around bumping into not just me or my boyfriend, but other people as well, and the mother just casually strolling along not even noticing that her kids are playing tag, screaming and running into people. And the mothers who do notice don't give a shit!
Some kid spinning around in circles with a toy on a string, completely clearing the floor near the entrance way. The mother, just sitting there, watching him, thinking that he's the greatest little man in the world.
Kids under 5 not knowing how to use an escalator and their mother being all proud that they've accomplished moving stairs at the base, while the 20 people behind him bumping into each other 3 stairs from the bottom because the kid is too fucking scared to get off the damned thing and the mother is too fucking fat to pick him up.
Children in movie theaters, now, I understand that Spiderman 3 is a PG movie, but when I walk into a theater, and see two seats left in the very front row, and hear a screaming a crying child somewhere in the audience, maybe, JUST MAYBE, taking your three year old to a huge fucking theater may not be a good fucking idea. I walked out and got a refund. I'll see it later this week when all I'll have to worry about then is 16 year old wigger kids, or emo kids (both stereotypes just make me fucking laugh all the time) in front of the doors.
Mothers - your kids may be the center of the universe to you, but to everyone else who had your bratty kids piss them off, they were looking for the closest railing to throw them over.
Fathers - I love seeing you in malls. You install the fear of "dad" into these kids. In fact, all the kids I say today with a male role model (father's, mom's boyfriend, an uncle, whatever), your kids were the most well behaved. Congrats. They stayed by you, they didn't scream, they were calm and collected. We need more dad's like you out there.
I'm all about raising your child with love, respect and honour, but Christ, beat your child every now and then. Ok, so "beat" was a bit strong, but there is no damage done to a child by giving them a slap on the wrist or the butt, and no one in the mall who was around you at the time your kid was being a shit will say anything to you, and there's a good chance you will get a few nods of "thanks" about it. If you don't want to slap their wrist in the mall, say something like "just wait til you get home" ... or better yet, FUCK THE SHOPPING YOU HAVE TO DO AND TAKE THEM HOME! They obviously do not want to be in the mall in the first place! They're pissing everyone else off and you look like a mother who can't control her own child!
So we got the jeans, had some lunch and left.
Metrotown is my birth control.
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May 08, 07
