I was in a waiting room. Let’s just say it wasn’t a waiting room I wanted to be in, but I was there. And there was a crying two-year-old. And this waiting room has rows of benches in it. Anyway, this little guy was crying. A very large, muscular (I mean, she was six-feet-tall and probably weighed at least 250), was sitting in front of me passively-aggressively saying to no one in particular, “take that *^%* crying baby outside. Don’t belong in no waiting room…” And on and on. I was getting really angry with her because the poor mother was doing all she could to console the little man but he’s two, and two-year-olds don’t console on cue.
So, the mother with the baby goes out to the lobby and just as she takes him out, another little two-year-old begins to cry for other reasons. This little girl was right beside me and the big woman goes off again. “Oh my *&%^* another cryin’ baby.”
By this point I’d had it. I said, “Yup. That’s what babies do. They cry.”
And then I was like, Oh. Crap. She’s gonna whip my arse when she sees me in the parking lot.
But you know what, people? We were all little once. And we all cried. I’m sick and tired of people being annoyed by the noises of children.
Get your priorities straight. Crying means life. A precious soul. And if you’re annoyed by it, then YOU move. Just because you’re bigger and more opinionated doesn’t give you more rights to the same air the crying child is breathing.
(Now, I know you can’t do that in an airplane, I’m talking about a waiting room type situation.)
Fortunately, the big woman left before I did and she didn’t beat me up.
But my granddaughters watched me do this. So I hope they remember it and took a lesson from it. We’ve got to stand up for little people. Someone stood up for us when we were small. It’s time to return the favor.