So, I was sitting at a table at McDonald’s today →[More:], and there was this guy and a boy sitting together across from me, who I barely noticed as I was sitting down to eat, but a little ways through my meal, I see this guy smack the little guy across the side of the head.Now, he was in my peripheral vision, so I wasn’t too sure what I’d seen, and I didn’t want it to look too obvious that I was looking at them, so I tried to observe him from the reflection of his in the window. He was a big mother fucker, well, not that big, but bigger than me I think (again, didn’t want to stare straight at him), so I was kind of in two minds about saying anything to the jerk (I’m not that brave), and while I start eating again—he hits the kid AGAIN. And this time, he hits him even harder. Now I’m really pissed and there’s nothing I can do (boy, I wish I was braver than I am), and I just sit there in a daze wondering what this guy is made of. Okay, I’ve had my share of fights with my sister, but hitting a little kid who can’t eat his Mexican Wrap properly. What. The. Fuck. And after he hits him, he sort of starts looking out the window without a care in the world. Looking at the people on the street, and the traffic moving by. The only time he speaks to the kid is when he has to scold him for something, and then he goes back to his stupid-ass looking around the god damn place. Now by this time, I’m really paying close attention to the both of them, and wondering if he does it again—should I step in, and maybe even get the staff to help me out. But then they’d probably tell me it was none of my business, and it’s not like I could report him to the police—like you can in the States. So I’m left sitting there, looking at this really cute kid, with round spectacles on his nose, a really short haircut, and a bermuda jeans and t-shirt, and I wonder how he can be related to this moron.

Oh, and if it’s of any consolation—the guy was talking in a foreign language. I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t Indian.