Babystalk, babystalk, it's a wonder you can walk

Latest troll sounded more like a Jr High brat. Has it been outed yet?

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starlady
Latest troll sounded more like a Jr High brat. Has it been outed yet?

Yea, old disgruntled ex member that reappears like herpes every once in while.

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“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

I am sitting at the social security office and I am being baby stalked as I type this. A breeder bitch sits down next to me with her ugly ass he-brat. Unfortunately, the place is super busy so there is no place to move to. The little crotch fruit keeps trying to get my attention by waving at me, trying to touch me and by throwing his sippy cup in my direction. It is beyond annoying!!! And you know that moo keeps agging him on by saying shit like "aww you have a girlfriend".

Not only do I have to contend with the baby stalking but I also have to listen to the fussing, kinder crap thing she is playing on her phone for him and of course the annoying as hell moo voice. I am in hell!!!!!

Ick. I hate it when parents do that! I get that shit in waiting rooms.

"Aww, have you got a friend?"
No, no it doesn't. Fuck off and keep it away.

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"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who haven't got it."
George Bernard Shaw

"An oyster can play catch if u only give it the oprotunity"
Some random YouTube commenter

"hate comments will be deleted!! fuckers!"
Some random YouTube uploader

In your place I would be looking at m,y watch and saying things like "Damn, this is taking longer than it should", or "shit, I'm late for work." Feel free to not watch your language. Not your child equals not your problem.

Great idea Satan's Bitch!! :beerI think I am going to start doing that

In a fancy olive oil and balsamic vinegar store -- the kind for people who appreciate fine products, and are willing to pay for them -- in wanders the young mother with the baby in arms. Mind you, you have to climb a very steep set of stairs to get to this place. I try to buy my stuff as quickly as possible while mother wanders around, the way they do -- picking something up, looking at it, putting it down -- and getting closer and closer to me. Of course, the baby starts to scream. I managed to get out of there in the nick of time.

This is the sort of "shopping" I have seen people with babies and toddlers do. I have even heard one parent admit (in a fancy custom furniture store; this seems to always happen in upscale places) "We're just walking around."

How about walking around at home? Or outside? Or Wal*Mart?

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In a fancy olive oil and balsamic vinegar store -- the kind for people who appreciate fine products, and are willing to pay for them -- in wanders the young mother with the baby in arms. Mind you, you have to climb a very steep set of stairs to get to this place. I try to buy my stuff as quickly as possible while mother wanders around, the way they do -- picking something up, looking at it, putting it down -- and getting closer and closer to me. Of course, the baby starts to scream. I managed to get out of there in the nick of time.

This is the sort of "shopping" I have seen people with babies and toddlers do. I have even heard one parent admit (in a fancy custom furniture store; this seems to always happen in upscale places) "We're just walking around."

How about walking around at home? Or outside? Or Wal*Mart?

Oh please dear gwad not at Walmart. I work there and it is already bad enough I get to deal with all the breeders and their EBT/WIC brats, I really don't want to deal with the "just walking around breeder" as well. They need to go the park for that.

I was waiting for the train to take me back to work after lunch the other day when a he-sprog about 6 years old comes over and sits on the bench next to me and asks where I'm going. I simply said "work" and he started telling me about how he had never been on the train and all kinds of randomness. I looked around for his keeper and didn't see anyone. Then some scraggly homeless looking guy about 30 feet away and sitting on another bench started calling toward the kid and I realized that he was the kid's keeper (grandparent? who knows). So much for "stranger danger".

This isn't really babystalking, just an irritating oblivious moo.

My SO and I went to Best Buy earlier to look at phones, and headphones, and he wanted to do a game trade-in. While he was doing his own thing, I went and walked around and headed to the headphones section. I wandered towards where there were Beats, Bose and other headphones, and there was a moo, with her cart with a little Bratlina sitting there, oogling me. There was another Bratley standing around, with his mouth gaping open and the duh was doing the same thing. The moo kept blabbing on about something useless, and was blocking the entire section of the headphones. I said "Excuse me" to her THREE TIMES, pretty loudly too, and she still didn't notice me. At this point, Bratlina(she was maybe 2?) starts pointing at me and looking at her moo, and finally gets her attention and the moo finally moves out of the way. I went about my business. About 15 minutes later, I met up with my SO, and we went to look at phones. As we're standing there, the same moo shows up behind me, and then Bratlina starts fucking WAILING on top of her lungs, and the moo, again, is fucking oblivious. I loudly exclaimed that the screaming was really fucking annoying, and all I noticed was the moo pedal the cart away, with the screaming brat in tow. Once she walked off, my SO turns to me, and was like, "why do people bring their goddamn kids to a damn electronics store!? Why? Does a 2 year old need a fucking iPad or Xbox or something!?"

Fucking breeders.

Why did she bring a 2 year-old?

Simple....to show it off and let everyone know that she is a Moooo.

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I miss my little feather baby.

(This really wouldn't be considered a "traditional" babystalk incident, but it's not worth starting a new thread about it.)

I went to a store today that was having a hiring fair and went over to fill out an application. While I was there filling it out, this kid that was with his mother kept staring at me the entire time. Even after I moved out his line of vision, he moved over as well and continued to stare at me until his mother was finally finished bagging her groceries and left. I didn't look over to see if she glared at me, but I wouldn't be surprised one bit if she did; she looked like one of those types that would cut you if you looked at them the wrong way.

Actually, I don't know if this counts.. But a while ago I was sitting in the back of my dad's car with my chihuahua, Otis. This random woman with two kiddies (about 2 and 4 years old) came up to the car and actually opened the door. I swear, she just came up to the car with her kids, kncoked on the window and opened the car door without asking the woman went on to talk to me about how her kid's had seen beverly hills chihuahua and had loved them ever since. She talked to for like 5 minutes, it was ages for me and she let her kiddies pat him and get their nasty hands on my baby, didn't even ask me first :bdid Anyway the second we got home, my doggy went straight into the bath...

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Actually, I don't know if this counts.. But a while ago I was sitting in the back of my dad's car with my chihuahua, Otis. This random woman with two kiddies (about 2 and 4 years old) came up to the car and actually opened the door. I swear, she just came up to the car with her kids, kncoked on the window and opened the car door without asking the woman went on to talk to me about how her kid's had seen beverly hills chihuahua and had loved them ever since. She talked to for like 5 minutes, it was ages for me and she let her kiddies pat him and get their nasty hands on my baby, didn't even ask me first :bdid Anyway the second we got home, my doggy went straight into the bath...

Okay... that's just weird. If someone did that to me I would not be so tollerent. That was an invasion of privacy. What is this teaching the kids? That it's okay to just go anywhere they want and do whatever they want? I would have been livid.

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kora
Actually, I don't know if this counts.. But a while ago I was sitting in the back of my dad's car with my chihuahua, Otis. This random woman with two kiddies (about 2 and 4 years old) came up to the car and actually opened the door. I swear, she just came up to the car with her kids, kncoked on the window and opened the car door without asking the woman went on to talk to me about how her kid's had seen beverly hills chihuahua and had loved them ever since. She talked to for like 5 minutes, it was ages for me and she let her kiddies pat him and get their nasty hands on my baby, didn't even ask me first :bdid Anyway the second we got home, my doggy went straight into the bath...

Okay... that's just weird. If someone did that to me I would not be so tollerent. That was an invasion of privacy. What is this teaching the kids? That it's okay to just go anywhere they want and do whatever they want? I would have been livid.

If you own anything that is anyway unique, and are in public view, you are subjected to this kind of breeder behaviour frequently.

My boyfriend has two companion parrots and we also ride very unique recumbent trikes.
The vast majority of parents and kids who approach us treat us and our pets/ bikes as if we are there exclusively for the breeders' own use.
It is presumed that we are in public and must entertain and educate the kids.
The level of entitlement is startling the first few times you are exposed to it.

As the years have gone by, I have far too many anecdotes of such behaviour ( ie grabbing at the birds, interrupting, dominating time, neither parents nor kids taking "no" for an answer, using bikes without permission, etc).

I have had lots of attention showered on my poodles by kyds also..... but... to OPEN THE CAR DOOR?? That is just wrong! I would have pulled it shut. Moo has no right to invade privacy like that.

I own several birds. Why the fuck do toadlers like to take their disgusting sticky hands and GRAB and SQUISH my babies? I have slapped a little shits hand, HARD, because of that. He's lucky that I didn't kick his little monster ass across the room. I might have, but the Moo was there too. Lucky for that kyd that she was.

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I miss my little feather baby.

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kora
Actually, I don't know if this counts.. But a while ago I was sitting in the back of my dad's car with my chihuahua, Otis. This random woman with two kiddies (about 2 and 4 years old) came up to the car and actually opened the door. I swear, she just came up to the car with her kids, kncoked on the window and opened the car door without asking the woman went on to talk to me about how her kid's had seen beverly hills chihuahua and had loved them ever since. She talked to for like 5 minutes, it was ages for me and she let her kiddies pat him and get their nasty hands on my baby, didn't even ask me first :bdid Anyway the second we got home, my doggy went straight into the bath...

What a moron. She manages to fail miserably at not one but two key breeder responsibilities, namely teaching manners and safety. "Oh sure kids, walk up to stfangers' cars and fling the door open and stick your hand inside. Nothing can go wrong."

My poor little dog gets babystalked all the time (maybe they're actually trying to babystalk me, using my dog?!).

She's a chihuahua rescue who's pretty shy of pretty much everyone except me and a few people she knows are friends. I'm trying to socialise her more to make her less scared of the world.

We go to Tai Chi every night, and a few times a week there's a grandmother there who insists on walking her little brat round the place. Tai Chi is outside, so i get my dog sat on her blanket somewhere near me. She's not tied up because a: she won't move unless told and b: she gets more scared and snappy with people getting too close if she knows she can't get away easily.

This fucking grandmother insists on 'walking' her fucking brat toddler so close to my dog that I see her shake. I always pick her up to calm her down.

Last time this happened, the grandmother picked up the brat and brought it over. The brat was obviously interested in my dog and kept sticking his hand out, so I stuck my dog's paw out - intending for her paw to touch the boy's hand. The dog (Nucky) is friendly and won't bite or snap. The fucking grandmother whips her brat's hand away and looks disgustedly at me! What the fuck did I do? She's fucking irritating my dog the whole time by walking the little shit right next to her bed, but when it gets close to her paw, she's all offended!

My friend explained that the grandmother thinks my dog is dirty, so i asked her to tell the grandmother to keep away from my dog in the future, I don't want the dog catching something evil from the little shit.

Why do that? The whole of the tai Chi group understands that Nucky is ther to be socialised and won't bite. They understand that she's really shy and that I want her to get used to having people near her (we're flying form China to England next year, she needs to be ok with people!!). They all treat her with respect and only talk to her if I'm there. All except the fucking grandmother who then acts as if the dog's got fucking plague or something.

ooh...I feel so much better now that's out!

Thom_C - You are my hero. I think you do a fab job. Keep it up.

That's what I don't understand! My dog is a chihuahua cross, so she's only a little bigger than a chihuahua (imagine, a stockily built chi).

I have her blanket that goes on the ground, and she knows that as her bed, so when I'm doing tai chi with the others, i tell Nucky 'Bed' and she goes and lays on it. The grandmoo brings bratley over close enough that he almost steps on the blanket. Every. fucking. time! That's why Nucks can't be tied up, she gets too scared and needs to be able to run over to me.

So Bratley stomping his filthy feet on her blanket is ok, but her touching his hand...wrong...

She's not allowed to bring Bratley anywhere near anymore, after I complained to my friend that he trod in whatever on the floor and then trod it into my dog's bed.

It's difficult because I'm a Brit in China, and my Chinese is not fluent. Luckily, my friend prefers the dog to Bratley...

I hate people who allow their bratlings to stalk my dog. I have a Yorkie who loves most everyone but does not always like to be picked up and will squirm if picked up.

I will say that MOST people where I walk her now either just keep their kid moving or will politely stop so their child can ask an age appropriate-question.

Things like "Excuse me, my daughter wanted to ask you about your dog. Is that OK"
Me "Sure"
Girl who is roughly 10 "Miss, I was just wondering what kind of dog you have. She is very cute."
Me: "She is a Yorkshire Terrier. She won't get any bigger."
Girl: "Does she like people"
Me: Yes and if your Dad says it is OK you may come and pet her

This, I am fine with.

What I am not fine with are those horrid free-roaming toadlers who try to grab at her and chase her while their feral parents play on their cell phone and get all ticked when I firmly say "leave the dog alone." My dog is on her leash, why don't toadlers have to be?

I was fetus-stalked in the post office last week. A woman that was heavily inpig started doing that thing where they start gut-rubbing and looking at everyone, expecting people to comment. Someone actually let her cut in line. If she wasn't already in front of me, I would have said no if she tried that shit with me. When she looked at me rubbing her gut, I rolled my eyes and turned my head the other way.

Because of a few incidents with theft, there are now signs all over the post office stating that you must show ID with all credit and debit card transactions. This preggo bitch got to the counter and started loudly whining, so that the whole post office could know about her condition, that she was "preeeegnnant and couldn't walk alllll the way outside to get her ID. And the person behind the counter bent the rules for this cunt. I would have said something, but I did not want my very important envelope to become "lost."

I teach at five different elementary schools, and some of the kids, while I was in a restaurant and not on work time, came up to me and plopped down at my table. I tried telling them “See you!” as a polite alternative to “FUCK OFF!” but these little shitheads weren’t getting the message. They did when I got up, picked up my food and moved to another table with a pissed-off look on my face. I’ve subsequently seen these same fuckshits act up in the nearby store.

By the way, has anyone seen this posting on 4chan’s /b/ board where someone mentioned he was bitten by a kid? He told the mother: “You’d better get that kid tested, because I’m HIV positive!” He wasn’t really.

@lucky joestar: good, the children got an education in real life 101. just because a person teaches you in a class, doesn't mean that person wants to develop personal friendship outside the class.

and LOL, that story is really popular! It always makes me laugh.

Some fat, nasty, unwashed welfare moo was sitting in front of me on the bus with her toadler.

The dirty little shit kept standing up in the seat, turning around, and trying to grab at me. Making weird fucking noises and spitting all over the place. Shouldn't a kid that age know how to fucking talk? Feral fucking thing.

The mother just kept saying "sit down" but never doing anything.

I was starting to scoot back in my seat to avoid her infested saliva and grubby fingers from getting all over me.

Eventually, I was just done. "Hey, can you control your damn kid?"

She gives me some blank, bovine look and scurries off the bus. I bet she was shocked that I didn't find her yard ape to be adorable.