Sunday, June 09, 2019

TFMB Train Edition

I am sitting on a train, drifting off to sleep.  One of my favorite things to do on trains because I am a chronically sleep deprived insomniac.  15 minutes of quietly being rocked to sleep, and then comes the rude awakening. 

A family boards, with two small children, and naturally chooses to sit right behind me.  These are the new parents, the ones who believe in letting thei kids *express themselves* wherever, whenever, however, without guidance or correction when they deviate from social norms for particular locations.

Like allowing their progeny to howl like banshees a couple feet from other people's ears. Continuouly.  While they shout over their offspring and have a conversation I neither want nor need to be drafted into.

Hint, you entitled, insufferable, lazy pricks:

Manners do not invade your children like a parasite, crawling up through a breach in their skin to colonize their brains, producing adults who can recognize and emulate proper behavior.

No, manners need to be taught.  By parents who aren't so useless as to not deserve the name.

I pity your children.

You aren't even trying.