I'm cashing in my bonds.
Since I'm home today, and since it's nearly 100 degrees, I took Murphy to the river to cool him off. On the way, I stopped at the local 7-11 to get a cup of coffee.
While standing in line, I suddenly heard a crunching sound behind me. Then another. I turned and saw the 4-5 year old son of this huge woman in line. He was standing in front of a shelf filed with bags of potato chips and he was going down the row, punching each bag and breaking all of the chips inside. Instinctively, I yelled at him to knock that off. Surprised, he stopped and stared at me. His mom turned and saw what he was doing, too, but rather than scold him, she called him over to her, gave me a nasty look, then made faces at him while ordering him a hot dog. She made no offer to buy the 4 or 5 bags of chips that he'd obviously smashed, nor did she correct him. Had that been me with MY parents, I'd have gotten my butt lit up and been marched out of the store, and there certainly wouldn't have been a hot dog coming. The chips would have come too, and my allowance would have been deducted the full amount. Yeah, my folks were mean, but I learned to respect other people's stuff at a young age.
This kid? He apparently learned that he can do whatever he wants.
And I wasn't impressed at all with the clerk at the 7-11, who didn't say a thing to the woman even though she saw it all too. She also made no effort to take those ruined chip bags off the shelf after this brat and it's mom left. Note to self: don't ever buy chips there again.
I guess that discipline and respect are things from another age. I feel old now. I think that I'll have some tea and go take a nap until the Lawrence Welk Show comes on.