I know most of you know that is the code for a lost child in some retail stores. I was shopping in Wal-Mart today and this nasty little brat was running around, knocking things over, running in to people, etc, completely unsupervised. A few minutes later I saw his mother screaming at an employee "My child is lost, where is he?" like it is her fault. She screamed at everybody walking by like they were supposed to be watching her brat. They closed the doors, didn't let anyone in or out, and still didn't find the little monster. After about 20 minutes, someone looked into the lobby, and there he sat with his father, who hadn't bothered himself to answer any of the pages or tell anyone when he heard the kid's description over the system. He had finally gotten his brat to sit down and didn't want to get up and have him running around again was his excuse. I would have LOVED to kick all of them right in the back pockets!
Some people just shouldn't breed!