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I had the pleasure of listening to a woman and her husband scream at each other and their kids the whole time I was in the laundrymat, today. Little kids, just being little kids, running around - yes, they needed to be brought into line, but they didn't need to be screamed at constantly. I wondered why they had kids when they obviously didn't like them. Then I realized why - the woman was getting the _little_ I tell you kids to work for her. Pick up things she dropped or such. I wish I could have just stared at her, maybe that would have made her uncomfortable enough to realize she was being an asshole. But she probably would have thought the reason I was staring was because she was in a wheelchair.
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