Mean People

Pat and I must be really mean people. The other day in the gym a kid that is notorious for disrespecting his mother/ running amuck came into the gym for a drink of water. The guy working at the gym was talking to his kids about something thus was not paying attention. The terror locks his mother out of the gym.

I yelled at him to unlock the gym door. He ignored me the first time (like I was yelling at someone else), so I yelled again. He unlocked the door and left with his mother. Obviously the yelling did not go unnoticed. I think the gym guy was surprised that I would yell at him. (BTW the mother said nothing).

Fast forward to tonight Pat and I were walking after dinner and the terror was riding his bike with his mom at his side. I told Pat that that was the kid that I had yelled at in the gym the other day. Pat replied with,

I yelled at him a few weeks ago.

Apparently he had wondered over to our HOT grill and was about to start playing with it. Pat watches the grill from the back porch and yelled at him.

Apparently we are both mean (not that the kid said so but that is what he must think).