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A Pet Peeve

Parents who leave their child(ren) in a vehicle that is running to go into a store to pick something up. I went to my store this afternoon to get some things and as I was leaving, walking to the van, I see another van parked on the sidewalk by the Pharmacy entrance. I heard the van running, it was unlocked and then I saw the infant in the backseat. I commented to my friend that I hope there's an adult in there with that baby. No, it was a toddler. Two babies in a running vehicle.

Tell me I overreacted, I don't care. I called 9-1-1. It wasn't 10 below zero and for shit's sake, you're going into a grocery store lady! Who knows how long the lines will be. Take your kids in with you! I could have screamed. By the time I gave the operator her license plate info, the mom came out and got in the van like it was nothing.

I'm a hypocrite, I'll admit it. I leave my kids in the van when I go into the post office to get mail out of the box. I turn the van off and lock the doors. I know that doesn't make it right but holy shit woman. Your babies were in a running vehicle. Just because our store is in a "nice" neighborhood doesn't mean that all of our clientele are "nice".

I guess it just chaps my ass* that even though we were staring at her when she came out, she made no indication that she did something so irresponsible. She could have cared less. Gah!

Right then, deep breaths. I'm going to go read. Thanks for listening Internet. You're always there for me to vent to. Oh and my 4 readers too. Oh wait, I think it's 5 readers now that Marshmallow has the blog address. Hey, my kid calls her that and she doesn't mind. Don't yell at me please. Smooches.

* I really love this phrase. I mean really, say it out loud in a sentence. See? You're welcome.


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