why is it, when you have a conversation with a complete stranger, they feel entitled to pass judgement on your life? i get that a) some people are insecure, or b) some people are continual one-uppers, but maybe it's just c) some people are complete a**holes.
when you strike up little conversation with my kids in the Target line, don't try to make them feel crappy about their accomplishments, which you know NOTHING about. are you so small and mean inside that you need to mock something a small child is proud of? did that make you feel better as an adult? i DIDN'T mention your unwashed hair, or ugly coveralls, or the nasty forearm tattoo that looks like a 5yo did it. you make me want to rearrange your face when you act like you get off being mean to kids. go on back to the boonies, or whatever rock you crawled out from under. rednecks belong in the movies, not in line at suburban Target. i hope you find yourself on the wrong end of a deliverance type situation someday.
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