Today at work I met this beautiful young mother (who is due with baby two, in two weeks) her adorable son, and the asshole baby-dad. She unloaded the buggie, belly bumping into everything, and struggled with baby one, about two (named Jack) because he was tearing her wallet up, and chewing on her channel bag, while the"man" just stood there laughing at Jack and telling her she was slow. At one point he said, "I knew I should have done that, (put the grocerys on the belt) your so slow." She just ignored him, as to not start a fight I'd say, and asked him to get Jack. He answered, "That's not my Damn kid, he's too bad to be mine." As he watched Jack dump her money and cards on the floor. It took everything I had not to say something, but I did place the whole line on hold to pluck up this woman cards. After a few more snide remarks to the young woman, he finally left the store. I couldn't stop myself, as I whispered to her, "Your not a piece of shit, you can do better." I swear she looked so relieved that she wasn't the only one who thought that.
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