Kids
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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But now it has gotten so bad....
That if there is a child crying, who is in certain need of assistance, most men won't even consider approaching the child for fear of reproach.
That's a sad sad world we live in.
A few years ago on a trip across the pond with my folks, most people were asleep when my dad (mid 40's) heard a small kid crying, "help me, please help me." We were the last seats on the plane, just before the loo's, and a kid of 4 or 5 couldn't get the door open.
My dad instinctively got up, yanked the door open, and the kid bolted out crying his eyes out, and woke up his mum a few seats in front of us in hysterics, she spent about an hour trying to calm him down.
My dad sat back down, and then realised how it could have been seen, and spent the rest of the flight shitting bricks, expecting the police to be waiting for him to get off the plane.
Thankfully the child must have spoken up about what had happened, because after he peered down the aisle, and pointed at my dad (sending him into another panic) a hostess appeared with a bottle of something bubbly.
( , Sun 20 Apr 2008, 12:01, Reply)
That if there is a child crying, who is in certain need of assistance, most men won't even consider approaching the child for fear of reproach.
That's a sad sad world we live in.
A few years ago on a trip across the pond with my folks, most people were asleep when my dad (mid 40's) heard a small kid crying, "help me, please help me." We were the last seats on the plane, just before the loo's, and a kid of 4 or 5 couldn't get the door open.
My dad instinctively got up, yanked the door open, and the kid bolted out crying his eyes out, and woke up his mum a few seats in front of us in hysterics, she spent about an hour trying to calm him down.
My dad sat back down, and then realised how it could have been seen, and spent the rest of the flight shitting bricks, expecting the police to be waiting for him to get off the plane.
Thankfully the child must have spoken up about what had happened, because after he peered down the aisle, and pointed at my dad (sending him into another panic) a hostess appeared with a bottle of something bubbly.
( , Sun 20 Apr 2008, 12:01, Reply)
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