The World is Not Your Nanny
Wednesday morning I was shopping at Dollarama in Halifax Shopping Center. I wandered around, not particularly alert. I don't know what prevented me from trampling on the unattended toddler in my path, since he was completely hidden from my sight by my
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on Sat, Nov 15, 2008 at 7:02 PM
Wednesday morning I was shopping at Dollarama in Halifax Shopping Center. I wandered around, not particularly alert. I don't know what prevented me from trampling on the unattended toddler in my path, since he was completely hidden from my sight by my basket full of cheap chinese tchotchkes. That metal basket would have smoked the little tyke right in the head if something hadn't alerted me to his presence. I guess I shouldn't say he was completely unattended. His mother was a few feet away, deep in contemplation over the differences between two nearly identical pieces of dollar store crap. "Oh my heavens!" I gasped. "I almost walked right into him!" The mother's response? Was to scowl at me as if it was MY responsibility to be aware of her child's whereabouts. She continued to give me the hairy eyeball as I waited for her to move the child out of my path so I could proceed, then finally sighed at me and pulled him out of the way.
I keep playing the scenario over in my head, and I keep coming up with the same answer: WTF, lady? WTF? I mean, I like kids. And I'm all for the "it takes a village" philosophy of parenting. But for christ's sake, people! You can't wander around assuming other people are going to take responsibilty for making sure your kid doesn't get hurt. Wake the fuck up! The world is not your nanny.
Half Asleep (but still more alert than you)
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