Short solution…was looking at books when two little house apes start running around throwing one of the 4 suard balls back and forth to each toehr and screaming at the top of their lungs while mom stood blissfully unaware in the next aisle.
After being hit twice and cross checked by the fat little fart without so much as a sorry, I waited. Little fart screeched to a stop and screamed to be thrown the ball right beside me.
I lean down right behind the little turd and whisper ‘hey kid’ in his ear as his friend delivers a hard overhand throw.
Just as I thought, attention diverted the jerk from actually catching the ball and he looked over his shoulder. THONG! Nationballed right in the jaw hard enough to hear the teeth clack on his tounge.
Tears flowed as he held his hands over his mouth and went trotting off to his mom with I am thinking his brother suddenly quiet. Sure he was muffling the howl, but at least they weren’t screaming anymore.