High Karate

Wasn't there a cologne by that name back in the 70's? Anyway - I took the kid to karate yesterday because the GParents are on vacation in eastbumf*ck Maine so I've been doing all the running around in the afternoon that my mother usually does (thanks ma!) So I’m sitting there reading my very good library book and as I’m sitting there, I'm thinking “why do all these parents need to bring ALL their undisciplined offspring to this class?” And then I was charitable and I said, ok maybe toddlers can’t be left home alone while mom or dad brings the kid to class. But what really bugs the living shit out of me is that these people are feeding their kids in the waiting area. Which is about the total size of a bus stop. And there are at least 8 adults in this tiny little room and not all of them in shape, if you know what I mean. Feed them at your house before you leave, feed them in the car before you come in, stand outside and eat, but JesusMaryandJoseph, can you keep your raggedy ass children to yourself?? And if your little shit kid kicks his sneakers off and hits my law abiding kid, then you bet your sweet fat non-working sitting around eating bon bons Coach purse carrying, fresh pedicure flip flop douchebag ass that I am going to say something to him. I might even slap him.