So this just happened. DD's friend and I took a walk down to the beach. There was this beautiful sand castle. DD's friend said DD and her had seen the family building it earlier, took hours. We came back to the cottage to get DD and go back down to take pictures. We then went for a walk on the beach. no more than 5 minutes later we return to a family taking pics of their kids sitting on the sand castle, jumping off of it, destroying it. I asked DD if that was the family that built it. No. An older couple was there and had already asked this family if why they were destroying it, and shaking their heads at the answer 'well its here and fun to jump on" I played stupid and asked them if they built it, they said no but it was destroyed before they got there. I said I took a pic 5 minutes ago and it wasn't destroyed. The older couple was moving in to give them a piece of their mind, I left, thought it might get ugly, but what a bunch of jerks those parents were! Destroying art and lying about it within ear shot of their kids!
-- Edited by I know what to do_sometimes on Wednesday 12th of August 2015 08:06:51 PM
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I probably would have looked at my kids and said "this is not how a person behaves" loud enough for the parents to hear.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I probably would have looked at my kids and said "this is not how a person behaves" loud enough for the parents to hear.
LOL I did! Then we went to the local ice cream shop, just got back. Guess who was in line in front of us? Oh yeah, the same family. They saw me and looked as though they were too busy to talk to everyone in line like the rest of us were. I ordered, paid the bill, and they were still waiting and seemingly angry that their order was late. I may have mumbled something about Karma and consideration..not sure....
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
I probably would have looked at my kids and said "this is not how a person behaves" loud enough for the parents to hear.
I do that all the time. Parents driving recklessly in parking lots. Being rude to others. I go a step further and point it out and explain how rude it is to my boys and that their behavior is wrong. And I don't care who hears me.
I did that ONE time. It was to a black lady with her kids. I almost got the chit beat out of me. I don't comment now.
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Well, I do make sure they're someone I could take down before I open my mouth. LOL
LOL I'm not much of a fighter.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I probably would have looked at my kids and said "this is not how a person behaves" loud enough for the parents to hear.
I do that all the time. Parents driving recklessly in parking lots. Being rude to others. I go a step further and point it out and explain how rude it is to my boys and that their behavior is wrong. And I don't care who hears me.
Ditto. It's hard for me to keep quiet when I see blatant rudeness.
I once ripped into a guy for nearly hitting me while I was getting out of my truck. It was raining and the idiot was on his phone. He acted like he had sooooo much room. Um, no, you didn't. I can barely get my door shut with how you're parked, Mr. Entitled. Get off your phone and watch where you're going. No need to zoom into a parking spot when someone's door is open. Rude.