my favourite welfare mother… January 31 2007
was in the mall yesterday, while i ran in (on my day OFF) to pick up some last minute birthday stuff for my Brendan.
She was there with her two littles ones of course, on of them had a horrible cough, a cough i would have stayed home from work for if it was one of my kids. Anyway there he was, in the mall, in a cart, mewing softly for his mommy to pick him up. Which she did not on account of the x large coffee she was carrying.
Today (working day) i saw her show up a little later than usual , it was closer to noon when i heard her offspring. At lunch i happened to end up in line behind them at tim h0rt0ns (where i purchased chilly and NO doughnut), where she offered he teeniest on (1 yr-ish old) a sip of her coffee “careful it might be hot!”. Anyway their father showed up to chat with his estranged woman…the little girl pipes up and proclaims proudly “we’re sick! we have bad feebers!” the father (and i use the term loosely) said nothing but the mother clarified for him “this one has a CHEST infection” she points to the 1 year old licking the wire basket of the shopping cart, “and this one has an ear infection” nodding to the girl trotting along side the cart.
AhHHHH! I almost kneed her in the stomach right there. GO. THE FUCK. HOME. AND PARENT YOUR CHILDREN. Seriously.
And she does have a home, cause i asked someone who knows her. She has an apartment 3 bedrooms, i even know which building cause it’s a tiny town and there are only so many. it’s nice enough, it certainly not horrible.
seriously.


