The Day

We decided to go to the movies to see The Good Shepherd. We were running ahead of schedule and stopped at a Borders to kill some time. We walked in and a woman was standing at the front of the store yelling for Jennifer. This was not a distressed call for a missing child like when a parent is panicked. This was a I’m a big dumb hunk of stupid and I’m yelling for my child because I’m too lazy to put heel to toe and walk over and get her. I gave the woman a death stare and I wish I could have lasers pour out of my eyes occasionally and burn people to death especially big dumb hunks of stupid with a daughter named Jennifer. Manners, how I miss you.

Who stands at the front of a mega bookstore and bellows their child’s name? I suppose the same people who are in grocery stores who turn down an aisle and come to a crashing halt like it is a trip to Disney and they can’t believe their eyes. Golly look at all the canned tomatoes.

The movie was very good in a depressing sort of way.

This entry was posted in General Spleen Venting. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to The Day

  1. Liz says:

    Is that the movie with Matt Damon and Angelina Jolie?

    Parents like that piss me off. I never let my kids get out of my sight.

  2. Frog says:

    Yep, that’s the movie.

Comments are closed.