This morning, I was awoken by a fire alarm. I ended up standing outside, in the snow, in sweatpants, t-shirt, boots (no socks), and trenchcoat. It turns out a small child had pulled the alarm in the hotel lobby.
Guess what the mother was doing.
Go ahead — guess.
Okay, I’ll tell you: she was talking on her cellphone. She still wasn’t paying attention to her kid, as the kid kept wandering over toward the alarm lever, getting underfoot as the poor girl working the front desk kept trying to get the alarm to turn off.
People really need to learn to control their hellspawn.