I decided to take advantage of a lazy Sunday and head over to Barnes & Noble to do some reading/writing. I grab a nice iced almond latte to offset the Ohio humidity and settle in to do some hardcore case reading and reviewing for my writing sample needed for my grad school packets. I located a nice comfy reading chair; plenty of lighting; table nearby to put down my drink ... all seems well. I grab my hi-liters and start reading. It's gonna be a productive couple of hours ... or so it seemed.
Before I know it, a couple walks in with their kid who immediately starts crying. And not just crying ... this kid is screaming bloody murder. You'd think someone was guttin' this kid across from the self help section. Of course, yuppie mom and dad just tool along like nothing is wrong. They just push the festering ball of noise along in his Eddie Bauer stroller acting as if nothing is happening. Even worse, dad decides to distance himself a bit by walking a bit ahead of his wife and demon. Get a hint people; if your kid is acting in a bookstore where people read and usually need quiet, get the fuck out of there!!! Don't take the miniature fire truck siren to the movie theater to ensure that he ruins not only your fun, but mine as well!!!
All I wanted today was some peace and quiet so that I could read and revise my paper. All I can say is that if I ever have kids of my own and I start to act like those yuppie parents with a kid screaming like a banshee, please come up behind me with a brick and smack me.