A few years ago we were having lunch at a Ruby Tuesdays. A couple-—they looked like liberals, you know the appearance-—were seated and oblivious while their toddler ran back and forth in front of waitresses carrying trays of hot food. I watched them quickly stop in horror as the kid almost caused them to drop the trays.
I got up and went to the salad bar; the little boy came up and started pulling on my shirt as he looked at the food. I turned around, looked at the woman, and said loudly, “Do you want something to eat? Go get your mother.”
Wow, did I get a filthy look, LOL.
One time at Walmart, two little toddler to preschool age kids were climbing all over the dog food. If one had fallen, the store would have been sued big time. They’d been running wild for a while and no parent in sight. I’d had enough and told them to quit climbing all over people’s food and to show me their cart so I could stomp all over their food. Mama came around the corner but didn’t say a word. I continued to give them the evil eye as they quickly scurried off.