I was buying white corn from my usual place. The usual guy sellers were not there, only the fat lady in her late 20s who seems to be the owner of the stall. Overpriced the corn she sold me even. Since I was a sucker for white corn (ah! the childhood memories…) I still bought three ears, 10 bucks each.
Okay. Now to the rant— Her son, about 3 years old, dropped a vanity mirror. She shouted at him “TANGA! ANG TANGA TANGA MO TALAGA!" All that happened while I was buying.
Okay, so I was raised by a non-cursing family. The worst I heard my mother curse (or try to) was “Anak ng patis!” I’m a huge believer that words seep into the subconscious no matter how young the person you tell them to. But really, you shouldn’t curse, slap and step on your kid in front of other people. ESPECIALLY BECAUSE HE’S ONLY A KID!
There is a line between discipline and being mean.
I sweet-talked the kid into not putting a set of pliers in his mouth. He smiled at me and put it down. The pliers was rusty and was picked from the floor. You stupid bitch, who’s the idiot now? You can’t even distinguish toys you could allow your son to play with. YOU SHOULD JUST STOP PROCREATING!