Today, I was in the store and this poor woman was there doing her shopping--full cart, clearly near the end of her trip--and her daughter was crying. If I had to guess, I'd say she was 2. Clearly not happy but not exactly throwing herself on the floor, either. The Mother was ignoring her and I could just about hear her thinking, if I can just get these last few things, we can get home. She looked like she was having a hard time.
So just as I'm passing her, another woman walks out of her way and stops the mother to say Why don't you take her out? Or Something? I mean, ugh! The Mother said thank you so much! She turned down an aisle and just kept walking. Well, you know I didn't pass without saying something. I told the woman who reprimanded her to leave the woman alone. Give her a break. She needs to do her shopping.
She muttered at me and huffed.
Since this is the same store where someone told Allison to shut up, I'm starting to think of it as a swirling vortex of bad feelings. Good thing we're moving.
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