Today I am mostly hexing the FRICKING AWFUL woman who screamed at me after I grabbed her son’s arm to stop him running into the road.
Yeah, way to go, love, it’s TOTALLY fine to yell at someone who may have just saved your young boy’s life. You not only scared me and my baby, your own child was terrified of you as you laid into me on the street (oh and thanks, Pointless Bystanders, for leaping to my defence. Not). I thought I was doing you a favour. Clearly I should have watched coolly as he raced past me, off the kerb, and into the path of a car or motorbike or lorry. Bellowing ‘get the fuck off my boy’ – plus other expletives – at me was unnecessary and unsettlingly aggressive. You cowbag.
I only grasped his arm. Well, mostly T-shirt. It’s not like I hooked my fingers into his eye sockets and dragged him to the ground and then sat on him for good measure. So don’t react like you did.
You know what? Next time you let your child run free I kind of hope he does get in the road, and there isn’t a responsible person around who has the foresight to prevent a potentially tragic situation* and then you have to scream obscenities at the driver of the car who has just mown down your son instead.
Anyway. You RUINED a perfectly lovely day. So, you’re hexed. Maha.
*This is a lie. If it happened again, and I was there, I’d grab him again in a heartbeat.