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Reminds me of when Flying Monkey was 4yo. His dad and I took him to a swimming pool (there were two there...one for older ages and one for younger if needed). His dad gave me the camera to snap pictures of Flying Monkey having a good time. Some stupid bitch comes over asking which kid is mine. Should've just whacked her with the camera and told her to sit down and mind her business. Instead, FM's dad came over and helped clear it up. But shit, I wonder how I'd handle that nowadays. Probably not violently, but I honestly don't care if someone is coming over towards me with the thought of protecting someone. If you approach me and ask me things like that, I will say whatever until you go sit yourself back down and leave me be. I don't need to answer to you, there's nothing going on here. |