It's taking all the self control I have

[Radical Activist]

to not turn to the parent and two children at the table next to me and yell at the top of my lungs,
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! THIS ISN'T FUCKING CHUCK E. CHEESE!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

And I'm wondering if my efforts are wasted. Maybe the world would be a better place if I went with my gut on this one,.

[Rabrrrrrr]

1. Turn your screen around, and start looking at porn. Or play music loudly.

Stupid loud people should be shot on sight.

[Radical Activist]

5. hmmm...

internet pron in public places...i finally see a just cause for it.

[Whoa_Nelly]

2. Turn your screen around and show them this post

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
THIS ISN'T FUCKING CHUCK E. CHEESE!!!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

[Radical Activist]

4. lol

I wish I had checked back for this reply before they left.

[Whoa_Nelly]

7. Bookmark it

you may need it again ;)

[Jamastiene]

3. Huff....and give 'em the stink eye. That's what I always do.

I made two kids extremely afraid of me and pissed their mother off...AT THEM the other day in the grocery store.

The kids were taking coupons out of those motion sensor coupon dispenser thingies. After the first couple, if they had been my kids, it would have stopped. Not these kids though. They kept going and going and going. They were in my damn way too. I was polite at first while the mother was halfway down the aisle in her own little world.

I cleared my throat and raised one eyebrow at the brats and continued to stare. Mother lala land down there didn't seem to notice at first.

Then I looked at her kids and proceeded to squint my eyes at them.

I huffed when she seemed too slow on the uptake.

It was the huff, an exasperated form of exhalation that is very loud and very obviously pissed off, that got her ass moving.

She dragged her kids out of my line of vision, which was a good thing, because if looks could have rendered the little brats terrified, those kids would still be having nightmares about me.

She took them down the aisle some and backed their little obnoxious asses up against the Spaghettios, which is where I was headed next, and gave them a talking to and made them say, "Yes, Ma'am."

I was patient at that point, because the mission of getting said obnoxious brats toned down and attitude adjusted was in motion.

I waited patiently and smiled so big while I waited for them to stop acting like Republicans and annoying the ever loving shit out of me.

After she was finished with them, they followed her meekly down the aisle with a look of horror and shock on their faces like good children are supposed to. (My mother once left me kicking and screaming while laying in the road to make me never pitch a temper tantrum again. The car horns on both sides of me made me move my ass and I never did that again.)

I got my Spaghettios and went on my way, happy in the knowledge, that at least two children won't act like George Bush any more.

Huff and give the kids the stink eye! Don't quit huffing every 10 seconds (if necessary) and don't take your squinted eyes off the children. That'll do the trick. It gives the kids the creeps and terrifies the parents into action. :evilgrin:

[Radical Activist]

6. Good story!

But being a single man sitting alone, if I do something like that people will look at me like I'm a child sex offender.

[GoneOffShore]

8. Perhaps they were Indigo or Crystal children.

You should have helped them with the coupons.

:hide:

Self :spank: