Listening to the Voices in My Head

I really don’t. There is a time and a place for everything. That being typed, if your 10yr old son is bouncing a basketball up and down the aisles in a grocery store, not under control of the ball at all, coming close to tripping people, and you say nothing, I will.

Hubby and I were shopping at Coles. This boy had his basket ball in the cart his mother was pushing, but decided to take it out, and started running up and down the aisles, bouncing it (can’t say dribbling, as he had no control and kept chasing it)

This boy ran into me (I’m still using a cane to get around), after almost tripping other two people, I told him “This isn’t the time, nor the place.” 

He replied “What did you say?”

“This isn’t the time, nor the place for that. (pointing to his ball). He picked it up and ran to his mother to complain. A woman that worked at Coles thanked me.  I told her I was probably going to get my ass chewed out by his mother, but it would be worth it. 

Oddly enough, nothing.