Another parenting class...
I was going to post this on Thursday last week, but forgot. Enzyme's just reminded me.

I was in the local co-op, picked up some milk, and joined the queue for the tills. I had been aware, whilst browsing through the shop, of some unholy racket, but thought it was just kids having a tantrum, and forgot about it. Until I got to the tills, and saw who was making the noise: three haggard, scrawny women, who looked about 45 each (but were probably in their late 20s/early 30s at most), pissed off their tits, shouting obscenities at the confused (and slightly worried-looking) boy on the tills. They weren't abusing him. Oh no. They were making approving comments, in screechy, ear-bleedingly shrill voices, about the suspected size of his manhood, comparing it to a 1litre bottle of rum (which is what they were buying, incidentally). They were singing. They were swearing. They were dancing along in the bloody aisles, unsubtly speculating on the sexual prowess of all the men in the queue (which was quite long by this point, as they were taking such a long time to buy their rum), and generally acting like the worse kinds of drunken chavs one sees on Channel 5 "Binge Britain"-type documentaries.

They were each pulling a small child along by the hand (between 4 and 7 years old I'd guess), and had a pram amongst them as well. They were swearing, and joking about noshing the till boy, in front of these kids. At 8pm on a Thursday. Eep.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 8 Dec 2008, 16:05, Reply)