Now far be it for me to suggest that the wondrous beauty that is young life and the (ahem) ‘promise’ that they hold may actually be worthy of a cunting…..
….but boy, are they cunts or what?
Specifically, my fellow cunters, I offer up a nomination for kids on scooters in shops. Actually, they are irritating in any location, but it is when out shopping that they are REALLY at warp factor 1000 on the annoyance scale.
From a personal point of view, when it comes to shopping I like to get in and get out in as fast a time as possible. No pissing around browsing shit that I don’t really want or need, no fannying around looking at what is ‘on special offer’ and might be worth stocking up on. Oh no, none of that bollocks.
I have a list. I seek, I find my target and I pay. I am in and out of there like a fart in a colander.
I am, in actual fact, the human equivalent of a scud missile.
Sadly, these days my mission is stymied by the likes of numerous sprogs wheeling around the shopping precincts and worse still, INSIDE the shops themselves on ‘the creation of Lucifer’, that being a scooter. I find myself frequently unable to beetle up an aisle due to some little shit blocking my way with the contraption, or else having my heels rammed into by some little darling and his ‘favourite toy’.
When I was a kid (back in the days before the wheel was invented) I went shopping with my Mum and fuck all else in tow, for two reasons. Firstly, my Mum told me that she wasn’t going to end up carrying whatever it was I dragged along with me and secondly, when out in public I was to stay right with her and ‘bloody well behave’, or else I would get a swift slap on my arse cheek (another cardinal sin these days. Oh those poor, abused children of ‘ye olden days’. God forbid they ACTUALLY be disciplined, but I digress)
To me, this smacks of two things. One, parental apathy when it comes to actually maintaining responsibility for your child when shopping, so preferring to ‘keep them amused’ while they browse the bog roll shelf and secondly, ridiculous indulgence of their child’s whims to drag their shit along with them, because they don’t want to be seen to be ‘a bad parent’, or else they cannot be arsed to face a temper tantrum from their obnoxious spawn. There is absolutely no consideration for other shoppers, particularly elderly folk who are not agile enough to avoid these little Lewis Hamilton fuckers.
Just as cuntworthy are the shops that allow this bollocks to go on in their store.
I am not a killjoy when it comes to children being children, but for the sake of fuck, let’s get real here. There is a time and a place for riding hell for leather on a scooter and shopping areas and inside shops are NOT the place.
CUNTS!
Tut Tut NC, you cannot possibly call children ‘cunts’.
OH YES, I BLOODY CAN!
Nominated by Nurse Cunty




