Do you ever wonder why and what it is that makes old people get so stinkin' cranky?
I was at the library the other day with the kids, and mind you our library is probably about 2000 square feet (one big room with bookshelves and dividers), so if your kids don't talk in a whisper someone can probably hear them.
We walk back to the far back corner where the children's section is planning to pick out some new books, a movie, and we always play for a while with the legos and toys they have there (obviously they are okay with your kids playing right?).
Anyhoo, there is this man sitting back there, probably around 65ish years old, at one of the little kiddie tables with his crap all over both tables typing on his laptop. He looks up at us as we come back there like we have just walked into his private study in his house while he is trying to research a cure for cancer or something!
I ignored the rude look and we went about our business looking for books and playing (the whole time getting bad looks). Then Ruthie walks over to one of the tables and picks up a book sitting there and then drops it on the ground (she's 1)...before I can get to it he stands up grabs the book and slams it down on the table and then grabs her sippy and moves it to the far end of the table as far away from his stuff as he can get it. OKAY! Ya old fart!
Continuing on- We get ready to go and I say, "Kane stay right here with your sister while I walk to the front counter to lay our books down and then I'll come back and grab your sister" (it was about 20 ft away and a straight shot- I could see them from the counter).
On my way back to the kids Kane reaches over and takes something from Ruthie and Ruthie yells at him- well this man looks up and yells at them to be quiet and to act right! I was like: Oh No He Didn't!!!
I said, "HEY, You need to mind your own business and I'll take care of it!"
He said, "Well, if you weren't such a bad mother off wondering around doing your own thing letting your kids just wreak havoc I wouldn't have to say anything to them!"
Old man say WHAT?!!!!
I said, "What are you talking about? I walked to the counter to lay some books down, and I could see them the whole time! And News Flash: This is the kids section- what are you even doing here?!" you pervert (okay I didn't say that last part but I wanted to!).
Then he says, "Enough said!" What the crap does that mean?
I said, "You're an idiot. Come on kids."
Then I went to the counter and told on him like a mature person. They said they were uncomfortable with the fact that he was in the children's section but the reason he was there is because they had already run him out of another section!
I said (nicely- because they were on my side), "Well maybe instead of kicking him out of sections it's time to kick him out of the whole library."
They told me how sorry they were and I left wanting to kick the butt of a man about 3 times my age!
Can you believe that! I'm mad now just thinking about it! Anyway, have a good day- and if you see a rude, cranky old man today, have your kids spit on him for me would ya!? HA!
My other blog: Diary of A Hungry Mom
I was at the library the other day with the kids, and mind you our library is probably about 2000 square feet (one big room with bookshelves and dividers), so if your kids don't talk in a whisper someone can probably hear them.
We walk back to the far back corner where the children's section is planning to pick out some new books, a movie, and we always play for a while with the legos and toys they have there (obviously they are okay with your kids playing right?).
Anyhoo, there is this man sitting back there, probably around 65ish years old, at one of the little kiddie tables with his crap all over both tables typing on his laptop. He looks up at us as we come back there like we have just walked into his private study in his house while he is trying to research a cure for cancer or something!
I ignored the rude look and we went about our business looking for books and playing (the whole time getting bad looks). Then Ruthie walks over to one of the tables and picks up a book sitting there and then drops it on the ground (she's 1)...before I can get to it he stands up grabs the book and slams it down on the table and then grabs her sippy and moves it to the far end of the table as far away from his stuff as he can get it. OKAY! Ya old fart!
Continuing on- We get ready to go and I say, "Kane stay right here with your sister while I walk to the front counter to lay our books down and then I'll come back and grab your sister" (it was about 20 ft away and a straight shot- I could see them from the counter).
On my way back to the kids Kane reaches over and takes something from Ruthie and Ruthie yells at him- well this man looks up and yells at them to be quiet and to act right! I was like: Oh No He Didn't!!!
I said, "HEY, You need to mind your own business and I'll take care of it!"
He said, "Well, if you weren't such a bad mother off wondering around doing your own thing letting your kids just wreak havoc I wouldn't have to say anything to them!"
Old man say WHAT?!!!!
I said, "What are you talking about? I walked to the counter to lay some books down, and I could see them the whole time! And News Flash: This is the kids section- what are you even doing here?!" you pervert (okay I didn't say that last part but I wanted to!).
Then he says, "Enough said!" What the crap does that mean?
I said, "You're an idiot. Come on kids."
Then I went to the counter and told on him like a mature person. They said they were uncomfortable with the fact that he was in the children's section but the reason he was there is because they had already run him out of another section!
I said (nicely- because they were on my side), "Well maybe instead of kicking him out of sections it's time to kick him out of the whole library."
They told me how sorry they were and I left wanting to kick the butt of a man about 3 times my age!
Can you believe that! I'm mad now just thinking about it! Anyway, have a good day- and if you see a rude, cranky old man today, have your kids spit on him for me would ya!? HA!
My other blog: Diary of A Hungry Mom
