Saturday at a grocery store?

Today was such a drag. But at least it went by faster than yesterday. Yesterday I was stationed next to a rotisserie case and was nice and toasty warm. Today, I froze my butt off listening to a signing lobster at a grocery store in Danbury. The traffic in Danbury was awful--totally a bunch of inconsiderate and unconscionable people. Yes, I am backing my car SLOWLY out from behind a gigantic truck where my only option is to go slow, or I' never leave, so why not just lay on your horn instead of stopping your car and letting me get out? And inside the grocery store it's much better to be completely ignorant to anyone else around you, and let your wild brats get run over by someone's shopping cart. (And that part was funny). Oh...I am never having children. I would have been taken out and beaten in the parking lot if I acted that way, but that was back in 1985. I don't necessarily disagree with actually cracking the kids a good one every now and again, but there's still ways of raising well-disciplined children without physical abuse.