I was in a phone store, waiting to pay my bill, when this happened.
There were three people behind me, a family of a man, a woman, and a little girl. The little girl had two little balloons in her hands, little fist sized non-helium balloons.
She must’ve done something to set the guy off, although I can’t imagine what it was. She was being quiet, because I didn’t notice her at all, and I always notice kids who are acting up and being annoying.
Anyway, suddenly the guy growls, “Gimme those!” and grabbed first one balloon and popped it. The girls started crying as the guy knocked the other balloon out of her hand, and grabbed it as it rolled across the floor.
“No! No!” the little girl screamed, as the guy grabbed up the second balloon and made sure she watched as he popped it with a pen in front of her.
Of course the little girl is crying, and the two adults start snarling at her to shut-up. They both started shooting looks at me, because I was staring at them with pure hatred. What kind of monsters break their kid’s toys right in front of her, and then expect her to be perfectly stoic about it?
Both of them kept poking her, and telling her to be quiet, and I just turned my back on them, because I didn’t want them to think that their little girl was the one making me angry.
I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell them what low life bullies they were. But to tell the truth, I didn’t want to get into a screaming match in the middle of a phone store. Someone who breaks a kid’s balloons for no discernible reason would have no trouble telling me what an interfering cunt I was, and who knows what else might happen.
But I can’t help thinking that in keeping my mouth shut, I’m just a big coward.
Is it ever right to speak up when something like this happens? There wasn’t any physical abuse. I’ve spoken up to what I thought were parental wrongdoings before,
but those people were yuppies. These people just looked like trouble.