This morning I mounted the tube at Liverpool Street and within seconds of stepping inside the carriage, a fat frizzy haired blonde-haired child in a pram starting screaming her head off.
No one needs this kind of ear-bashing so early in the morning. But kids will be kids and sometimes you just have to put up with it.
What I do not have to put up with however, is her moron of a mother who responded to her screams in a pathetic`& whiny tone “Oh darling. Freddie, don’t be scared, there’s no need to be scared. You’ll be fine darling Mummy’s here”.
Errr hello? SCARED OF WHAT?? She’s just being a little bratty bitch. She’s not scared, she wants attention!
If it wasn’t Monday morning, I probably would have said something but instead I hid behind my Metro occasionally peering out from behind the pages to give that shit excuse for a mother an evil glare then popping back behind my paper in order to rest my facial muscles so I could deliver another significant evil
Cunt adult. Cunt adult in the making