.... in the queue at Poundland today (classy shopper, I know!). In front of me a young mum with two children. Younger child is about 5 yrs old, quietly asking for a ring binder which she's got in her hand.
Mum bends down and pushes her face into the child's so her nose is practically touching her daughter's nose, and says, clear as day, in a really loud, angry, hectoring tone: "Are you telling me something? Are you? Are you talking to me? YOU SPASTIC"
If she talks to a child in public like this, in full hearing of a group of strangers, then what on earth does she do at home?
OMG that poor little girl.
I wish I'd said something but this mum was covered in tattoos and dead rough. I was too scared.