Ugh … Mother gets on subway with 2 children, one proceeds to kick the shit out of the metal part of the seat. After a few minutes of this, my PMS brain is about to explode, so I look over at the mother and glare. She tells him to stop. He did for maybe 20 seconds tops. Starts up again, I glare at her again, she tells him to stop. After, the third glare on my part, she stopped telling him to stop.
I swear to god; I love kids, I really do, but holy crap, who the hell needs to hear this racket non-stop for 20 minutes? I was in a PMS fueled homicidal rage by the time I got to my stop.
Why does this always seem to happen on a Monday?