Reason number 30,234,987 why I don’t like public transportation….

I rarely ride the bus anymore but I had to today to get home from work. Needless to say, I remembered why I have such hatred for the public transit system.

I understand that kids will be kids and sometimes make noise on the bus and I don’t think everyone should have to be quiet on the bus but your screaming temper tantrum throwing son just pissed me off. If I wanted to hear a child throw a tantrum I’d go find one doing it thank you very much.

I’m going to judge your parenting skills on how your child acts in public in an enclosed space. You got on the bus with your two kids and a stroller. You obviously didn’t want to pay attention to your children because you head headphones stuck in your ear and since it wasn’t an iPod, just a regular CD player, I’ll even wager a guess that you’re poor. Your children sat down and it became pretty apparent that the youngest wasn’t going to behave from the start. He keeps reaching for your sunglasses and you kept trying to keep them away from him the whole time.

“You can’t have my sunglasses. If you wanted to be in the shade you should have brought your own.” Wrong Beeeeyotch!! You’re his mother you should make sure he has them or at least had the chance to bring them because I’m guessing that he either a) doesn’t have any or b)you didn’t remind him so now who’s fault is it.

Screaming ensues and your comment to your fussy child is this “I don’t know why you’re acting like this? I can’t even hear my radio.” Let me offer you a couple of tips. First being, you’re on a bus pay attention to your children for just the ride you stupid bitch. Second, he acts like that all the time regardless of when he’s on the bus or at home because there is no discipline in your home. If you actually had regular discipline and LOVE in your home he wouldn’t act like that.

He continues to fuss and you turn your back but now he’s laughing thinking its a game. Eventually he realizes it isn’t a game and so now he’s switched from laughing to crying again and you ask a child’s most favorite question in the whole wide world, “Do you want me to whoop your ass? I’ll do it right here on the bus in front of everybody.” Naturally, the child knows this is a rhetorical question so he doesn’t answer. (Yes mommy whoop my ass! Like any child is going to say that). You tell him again  “You ain’t gettin’ my shades.” Now he’s really upset and you’ve finally had enough and I almost got off the bus at this point and waited for the next one. You pull him over your knee and pull down his shorts and underwear to his bare ASS (on the bus mind you in front of 40 people) and you slap the shit out of his ass 6-9 times. Great, all that did is prove that you’re a dumbass that doesn’t know how to keep control of a child on the bus. He screams bloody murder and you’re telling him to shut up.

Let’s see, all you had to do to make him happy was give him the sunglasses and it would have been done but I digress. You were clearly on a mission to prove to everybody that you can’t keep control of a child and that you’re ghetto fabulous trash that really only cares about yourself.

You blamed your need for sunglasses on your eye problems. You could have just closed your eyes stupid! If your eyes aren’t open the sun doesn’t hit them. What a concept! Alternately, you could have informed your son the all he had to do was turn around in his seat properly and then his eyes wouldn’t have been in the sun because it would have been to his back. You must have been too stupid to figure that one out though. Go back to the ghetto and stay there!