There’s a woman like this at our old primary school. By the end of the second week of term, she had screamed, swore and was right up in the faces of THREE parents at pick up time.
Her mistake was doing it to me. Unlike the others, I didn’t shout back. I just stood there, quietly, saying nothing, which just seemed to make her angrier, and she was around 8 inches taller than me and twice my weight.
I complained, all the way up, and as a result, she was banned from the playground, and had to collect her child early, from the office, for the rest of that year.
My child’s crime was refusing to play with her child. Never mind the fact that her child had spent the last year terrorising my child, amongst others.
Her child had also sent such disturbing messages to mine via a game that I took photos and reported it to the school, SS and the police, because they strongly suggested she was being abused in multiple ways.
But from the outside, you’d assume it was my child that was the problem. Nope.