So, I’m up the hill at the little grocery store which is packed with people coming home from work and there, in the meat aisle, is a woman pushing a cart. A boy of about nine or ten is standing in the basket of the cart, reaching up to try to touch the signs that hang from the ceiling.
She tells him to stop. He petulantly says no. She says she is not kidding and that he could get hurt.
And then he swung his leg up and kicked her in the face. Not hard, but he kicked her in the face. And we all turned to look. And he just smiled at her like “What are you going to do about it?” and her face didn’t change at all, but she just kept pushing the cart.
And I thought, should I do something? If so, what? And then I thanked everything I could think of that I didn’t have a kid like that.