Feral brats are a public safety hazard

Today I visited the largest mall in town. Normally I try not to do that, but I was looking for something which is only available there. Fortunately I found what I wanted and it was a good price. Then I was happily walking towards the exit when a feral she-brat came running out of one of the stores at top speed and smacked right into me. I was so startled I screamed. At least the brat stopped and apologized, but I was still pissed because her behavior was so damn dangerous. This was not a toddler, she looked about 8 years old. I told her she needs to watch where she's going, then walked away.

WTF is wrong with kyds today?! When I was a brat I had too much energy and ran a lot, but I never ran into anyone because I was smart enough to look where I was fucking going. I also don't remember seeing any other kids run into anyone. Are humans devolving back into amoebas?

The scary thing is I'm worried one of these feral crack monkeys will run into my elderly parents and injure them. If that happens and I am there I will probably strangle the fucking brat. It's just an annoyance when they run into me, if they collide with an elderly or very small person it could be a real danger. I hate brats.

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The scary thing is I'm worried one of these feral crack monkeys will run into my elderly parents and injure them.

My mom uses a walker and not long ago I took her to the doctor. There was a feral brat in the waiting room, a boy who looked about five years old, who was bouncing all around the room like a ping pong ball. He had someone watching him, looked like an older sister who was a young teen.

My mom's legs are bad anyway due to peripheral neuropathy and bad circulation, and the last thing she needed was some brat to bang into her legs. He came close and I spoke to him sternly and said, "you need to run around somewhere else so you don't run into her." The sister, to her credit, corrected him. She also looked exceedingly embarrassed about his behavior. I felt sorry for her.

my friend and I were walking down that wide central aisle at Home Despot once and I SAW the feral creatures rampaging ahead of us. I actually thought "they'd better not wrestle each other into me!" So guess what? Sure enough they did! The brain dead parruunts were gazing at home improvements right beside them. The kid slammed into me and knocked me onto the floor! Unfortunately, I was raised in the 1940s and 50s, so I bounced right up again and "ladylike"-ish muttered something like No Problem. I was SO pissed at myself later

I was walking though the grocery store last week and there was a feral one in the middle of the aisle with a miniature grocery cart. Moo had her back to the feral one who she was making efforts to ignore. As a matter of fact she was the only one in the entire aisle who had made the effort to insure she was completely turned away from feral brat. I've observed moos and duhs doing this on purpose, and think it may be a posture of dominance which demands someone else from the village can watch the kid because dominant ape moo or duh is beating his/her chest and has turned his/her back away to insist on taking a break right now and brat is not within peripheral vision either. Also members of the village wouldn't have the nerve to confront him/her about their irresponsible behavior anyways (moo, duh or feral one). The next popular posture is for the moo or duh to be having a conversation with a person or with their mobile device and expect the village to burden the brat antics, including but not limited to brat collection.

I had a large grocery cart and there would have been a crash if the feral one would have moved to my path. I find if you avoid eye contact with the feral brat then normally most of them aren't stupid enough to sit in front of a huge grocery cart. The secret it is to be more preoccupied and paying less attention than the moo/duh and thereby forcing them to pay attention to their feral brat. I usually try to have a cart when feral brats are around because in their hyperactivity they tend to bounce off the cart, which is hilarious but the laughter has to be stifled with a cough. I've had more than one brat run right into my cart, be stunned by it and have their parents tell them to learn to pay attention and watch where they are going next time.

What the jerk parunts are overlooking is not everyone is healthy enough to dodge the cancer-curers and many adults have physical limitations. This would require parunts teaching this to their feral brats before allowing them to appear in public. We all know that isn't going to happen!

When I was a kid, it was a given that any adult can yell at any kid if the kid is behaving like a wild animal. When did this become a faux pas? My elderly neighbor asked me to escort her down the stairs because some neighbor kids were playing a game that involved jumping on the stairs. She was afraid they will knock her down. I told the kids to stop jumping until we reach the bottom of the stairs, but I admit I was nervous that some overprotective momzilla would suddenly appear and scream at me.

Also, they always ride their fucking bikes on the sidewalk and are apparently unable to steer them (it's funny because in the other thread I've just mentioned the moos with strollers on the bike path... seems like kids can use the sidewalk after all... when they're old enough to ride a bike )

We have a lot of ferals in our neighborhood, and I'm truly concerned about confronting any of them for their behavior. There's a real possibility that they or their mouthbreather parents would vandalize our home or cars in retaliation, or even break out a window to get at one of my cats...I realize the last in particular is unlikely, but jeez, rednecks and breeders are fucking nuts these days, and these people are both.

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What the jerk parunts are overlooking is not everyone is healthy enough to dodge the cancer-curers and many adults have physical limitations. This would require parunts teaching this to their feral brats before allowing them to appear in public. We all know that isn't going to happen!

THIS A THOUSAND TIMES!!!!

I only shop using a mobility scooter because if I fall I may not regain my feet. Neropathy and a stroke pretty much made my legs like a clunker car.

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Passive Aggressive
Master Of Anti-brat
Excuses!

I remember being at the mall a few years ago doing some clothes shopping, when I saw a feral brat crash into an elderly lady and nearly knock her to the ground. He then proceeded to almost knock over a mannequin at the front of the store. I assumed the woman he was with was his grandmoo, because she was really old, but she did nothing to correct him at all.

I watched the whole thing, and when it was all over, the elderly lady just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head at me, because it was almost like she and I knew we would wind up in a confrontation with the grandmoo if we ever said anything.

Another incident was years ago when I was still taking the bus, and I was grocery shopping. The bus stop was right at the corner of a very busy intersection, and it was rush hour. That day it was raining, and this little fucker would jump at the edge of the curb and wave his umbrella into oncoming traffic. He nearly caused two car accidents. I gave his moo the stinkeye BIG time, but she didn't correct him, either. She looked like a trashy welfare whore, and I didn't want her to scratch my eyes out, so once the bus got there, I just got on and went home.

Feral brats most definitely ARE a public safety hazard, from what I have witnessed in the past. I don't like confronting strangers, however, and usually keep my mouth shut because I don't know if these angry bitches will take their rage out on me.

I hate those little running fuckers and the stupid parents who ignore them. Once two of them ran into my bike, pushing me over. I really felt like an old curmudgeon yelling, "Watch where you're going!" But like Mo6B said, I hold my tongue these days because people are so unstable and violent.

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