I was meandering through the grocery store, heading into the produce section. There's a young lad, probably about 9, picking up pears from their spot on the shelf and THROWING them back in, repeatedly, surely bruising them more efficiently than a cage fighter. Over and over. Mom is nearby, completely ignoring said child.
Me (in my best "angry father" voice): You are going to RUIN that fruit!
Kid: *stares at me with widest eyes I've ever seen, and slinks quietly back to mom*
Mom either never heard me or decided to ignore it. The kid stared at me the rest of the time I was in that section, looking like a nervous baboon watching a nearby lion. I want my fruit in good shape, dammit!
Me (in my best "angry father" voice): You are going to RUIN that fruit!
Kid: *stares at me with widest eyes I've ever seen, and slinks quietly back to mom*
Mom either never heard me or decided to ignore it. The kid stared at me the rest of the time I was in that section, looking like a nervous baboon watching a nearby lion. I want my fruit in good shape, dammit!
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