Last Friday, bf and I went to the mall for last minute outfits to wear to a wedding Saturday.
We stopped by the movie theater to see if anything good was playing, and we were walking towards the doors to leave when a little boy just out of nowhere ran up by me and tried to grab my shopping bag. Like, not to tug for attention or be annoying like little kids can be, but actually try to grab it away from me.
I tugged it back a little forcefully, and told my bf we needed to get moving quicker.
I then spouted off a little loudly "Now where in the world is the parent to that little shit bag snatcher?"
Bf cleared his throat and looked somewhat embarrassed.
A woman in a wheelchair was rolling after the little boy, shouting at him to get back, and I felt like such an asshole.
We stopped by the movie theater to see if anything good was playing, and we were walking towards the doors to leave when a little boy just out of nowhere ran up by me and tried to grab my shopping bag. Like, not to tug for attention or be annoying like little kids can be, but actually try to grab it away from me.
I tugged it back a little forcefully, and told my bf we needed to get moving quicker.
I then spouted off a little loudly "Now where in the world is the parent to that little shit bag snatcher?"
Bf cleared his throat and looked somewhat embarrassed.
A woman in a wheelchair was rolling after the little boy, shouting at him to get back, and I felt like such an asshole.
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