The child screams incessantly throughout the store. From the front to the back, and back to the front again without pausing for breath.
Mother and grandmother walk along, seemingly deaf to the endless wailing.
How can they not hear it?
If I had been that screaming child, I would have removed from the store long ago; sent to deliver the tantrum to the hollow ears of the empty station wagon. Why is it now acceptable for mothers to ignore that same basic courtesy?
Would it be wrong to say something? I wonder internally, standing at the checkout; in line behind the family whose child's lungs are made of steel windpipes.
I share a glance with another lady - we roll our eyes in unison, silently arriving at the same conclusion.
This is so inappropriate!
I sigh with aggravation as the line seems to lengthen in the waiting.
What has the world come to? I rage internally.
I attach an iPod to my ears to drown out the noise.
At least societal advancement offers me this one sanctuary.