Categories: life-and-musings
Date: 28 January 2009 17:12:48
There was nearly a murder done this morning. I hasten to add that I wasn't involved; I was a mere interested observer from the sidelines.
Anyway.
My route to the Tube takes me past a girls' secondary school, which happens to be on an oddly-laid-out junction, which causes all sorts of fun and games with the parents who can't possibly let their little darlings walk to school, good heavens no, have you seen how many cars are on the road, it's not safe.
This particular driver performed a worse-than-usual example of appalling driving, resulting in a pedestrian nearly being laminated to the road.
The pedestrian, not unnaturally, objected in the strongest possible terms.
Driver of car, to use the vernacular, “went off on one.”
Pedestrian and driver are giving it all that at full volume, attracting the interest of everyone in about a hundred yard radius.
Pedestrian finally says “and perhaps if you made your daughter walk to school, she wouldn’t be so [deleted] fat!”
The driver of the car naturally objected to their darling child being described as fat (although the poor kid really was not small), and started revving the engine, presumably preparatory to flooring the accelerator and finally laminating the pedestrian to the road surface.
Fortunately, at that moment, a member of Her Majesty's Constabulary proceeded up the road and enquired “is everything all right here?”
That last comment was just cruel, and I'm not surprised mumsy got a little irked. I'd have been tempted to run the pedestrian over as well.
But really, and this is the point that I don't understand, surely to goodness, when your child can’t walk without lumbering, there is surely a spark in even the dullest mind that thinks “you know, something isn’t right here, I wonder if my child requires some form of medical attention?”
(Please note I do not have kids. Feel free to fill the comments box with variations on a theme of "shut up, you don't know what you're talking about," if the situation warrants it).