so apparently it's frowned upon when you give the look of death to 4 frigging children under the age of bloody 6 at 8:30 in the morning...
oh, but I am supposed to be effing thrilled when they are effing screaming and kicking the back of my seat?? so I turned my headand gave the first look - the "i know you are going to shut up and sit still" look to the kids AND the "what the funk were you thinking giving them pixie stix for breakfast?!?" look.
the kicking, giggling and screaming continues (frigging ringling bros. circus is in town.... and the train is infested with rugrats)
so I sigh (mind you it's all cutting through my earphones) and I turn around again and gave another look... a longer, lingering look that I add a little eyebrow to.
nothing. not even a "now now kids settle down" from the dad.
so 30 seconds later I stand up to try and find a seat at the other end of the train... and I hear the dad telling them to "sing your song". frigging effing funker.
there really ought to be a kiddie car. send 'em all back there and have a clown as the damned conductor... get them out of the main train car.
at least WPLJ is playing ray charles right now (of course I am picturing jamie foxx now.)
::: plunked in on my treO:::
