I was at Wal-Mart yesterday puttering 'round their craft department. From behind me I hear "Shut up. No, shut the fuck up. You get on my nerves and I hate you." *blink* Okay, so slowly I turn around to see what the heck was going on. There, trudging her way down the aisle, was a mother with her son in the cart. He was absolutely filthy, poor thing, and hadn't really said much. Oohkay. So I turn back to the beading wire. Again from the beast (she was large. I hesitate to title people as 'beasts' because I myself am not small by any means, but she just carried herself like she was comprised of mostly butter) I hear something that just made me want to spin around and smack her: "What are you, boy?" "Mommy's mistake." says the child, sadly. "And what should you have been?" "A bill at the clinic instead."