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Every now and then, I get a wild hair up my ass and decide that I need to start interacting with people more often and stop being such a misanthropic recluse. Then I go out, realize what utter fucktards other people are, and promptly renew my commitment to never leave the house.
We went to the mall today, and while we were waiting for the homebound bus, a group of two women and five children joined the crowd. The women were laden with bags and happily ignoring the children, who were making merry bedlam. As I watched, one of the little girls, who is four, maybe, walked behind the bus stop and vomited explosively onto the pavement.
Neither adult noticed.
The little girl rejoined her playmates, and a few minutes later, one of the older children asked if Pukey Tot's lips have been on a Gatorade bottle.
"Yeah," one of the adults said casually. "She's sick."
What manner of moron takes a sick child to the mall and exposes other children and strangers to her noxious stomach virus? Further, what nimrod then decides it would be a good idea to put the hyperactive, nauseated child on a bus, a vehicle whose jerky motion inspires slalom gut in healthy riders? And why the fuck do so many self-involved assholes breed when they clearly have no interest in the resultant offspring? It's not fair to a little girl to be dragged to the mall when she's sick because Mommy just had to go on a Victoria's Secret spree, and she certainly shouldn't have been horking, unnoticed, behind a bus stop while Mommy chatted with her friend.
And I shouldn't have to worry about contracting a gut malaise because a mother didn't have the sense or the decency to keep her sick child home. If it weren't for the blatant classism, racism, and governmental abuse it would engender, I'd be a giddy proponent of a parenting license.
My desire for human contact has been duly assuaged, and so I retreat to my hermitage with copies of The Brotherhood S1 and The Muppet Show S3, never to emerge until academic duty compels me.
We went to the mall today, and while we were waiting for the homebound bus, a group of two women and five children joined the crowd. The women were laden with bags and happily ignoring the children, who were making merry bedlam. As I watched, one of the little girls, who is four, maybe, walked behind the bus stop and vomited explosively onto the pavement.
Neither adult noticed.
The little girl rejoined her playmates, and a few minutes later, one of the older children asked if Pukey Tot's lips have been on a Gatorade bottle.
"Yeah," one of the adults said casually. "She's sick."
What manner of moron takes a sick child to the mall and exposes other children and strangers to her noxious stomach virus? Further, what nimrod then decides it would be a good idea to put the hyperactive, nauseated child on a bus, a vehicle whose jerky motion inspires slalom gut in healthy riders? And why the fuck do so many self-involved assholes breed when they clearly have no interest in the resultant offspring? It's not fair to a little girl to be dragged to the mall when she's sick because Mommy just had to go on a Victoria's Secret spree, and she certainly shouldn't have been horking, unnoticed, behind a bus stop while Mommy chatted with her friend.
And I shouldn't have to worry about contracting a gut malaise because a mother didn't have the sense or the decency to keep her sick child home. If it weren't for the blatant classism, racism, and governmental abuse it would engender, I'd be a giddy proponent of a parenting license.
My desire for human contact has been duly assuaged, and so I retreat to my hermitage with copies of The Brotherhood S1 and The Muppet Show S3, never to emerge until academic duty compels me.
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