Keith&Co.
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So, i'm at a mall in the South Seattle area during a business trip last week.
A kid wanted to go in a store and he was having a tantrum. These days, that's not so strange that people stop and stare, so all the other people in the mall are just walking past. Mom's trying to negotiate, to persuade him to behave now, get a treat later. Kid insists that he wants to go into the music store NOW. Kid's about 2nd or 3rd grade, i would guess.
The kid makes his last attempt at logical argument and persuasive rhetoric. He leaps back and shouts: Bite my crank!
Mom loses it. Her hand shoots out, grabs his neck and yanks him up to her face. "HEY!" she says in a commanding voice. "You save that sort of language for SCHOOL!"
"Yes, ma'am," he says, docile.
A kid wanted to go in a store and he was having a tantrum. These days, that's not so strange that people stop and stare, so all the other people in the mall are just walking past. Mom's trying to negotiate, to persuade him to behave now, get a treat later. Kid insists that he wants to go into the music store NOW. Kid's about 2nd or 3rd grade, i would guess.
The kid makes his last attempt at logical argument and persuasive rhetoric. He leaps back and shouts: Bite my crank!
Mom loses it. Her hand shoots out, grabs his neck and yanks him up to her face. "HEY!" she says in a commanding voice. "You save that sort of language for SCHOOL!"
"Yes, ma'am," he says, docile.