Kristen's Written Ramblings: My Online Journal
Monday, January 14, 2008
Orange juice is more important than babies.
So let's get this straight...
You left your baby alone, for 10 minutes, in a freezing cold car, on a freezing cold day, in a busy parking lot that is NOT monitored by surveillance cameras and nobody seems to be paying attention (except for the big strange guy), next to a big strange guy who was alone in a truck and had been watching other people's children go in and out of the building for an hour.
Your baby could have choked on that cracker it found under it's leg (the one you had forgotten about). Your baby could have been kidnapped. Your baby could have died of hypothermia (it was damn cold). Your baby could have woken up, realized that it was alone in a strange place, and started crying in fear. Why?
So you could walk across the parking lot, go into a cafe, wait in line for 10 minutes, and buy... an orange juice.
Well that's all perfectly understandable. If you had brought your little bundle of joy into the cafe with you, you might have fumbled and spilled some of your orange juice. That would have been a tragedy. Like, if you spill your orange juice, you'd have to go back into the cafe and, like, buy another cup.
Besides, you can always make a new baby if something happens to the old one.
You left your baby alone, for 10 minutes, in a freezing cold car, on a freezing cold day, in a busy parking lot that is NOT monitored by surveillance cameras and nobody seems to be paying attention (except for the big strange guy), next to a big strange guy who was alone in a truck and had been watching other people's children go in and out of the building for an hour.
Your baby could have choked on that cracker it found under it's leg (the one you had forgotten about). Your baby could have been kidnapped. Your baby could have died of hypothermia (it was damn cold). Your baby could have woken up, realized that it was alone in a strange place, and started crying in fear. Why?
So you could walk across the parking lot, go into a cafe, wait in line for 10 minutes, and buy... an orange juice.
Well that's all perfectly understandable. If you had brought your little bundle of joy into the cafe with you, you might have fumbled and spilled some of your orange juice. That would have been a tragedy. Like, if you spill your orange juice, you'd have to go back into the cafe and, like, buy another cup.
Besides, you can always make a new baby if something happens to the old one.
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