Lorelei Lee
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Feb 6, 2011
So it's a fairly large laundromat, but also fairly crowded. I am loading my freshly washed laundry into the dryers. The aisle between the dryers and the folding table is somewhat narrow.
A boy runs down the aisle and bbumps into my laundry cart. He's about 8 years old. A moment later he runs by me again.
The third time he came down the aisle he had no choice but to stop running- unless he wanted to wind up in my laundry cart.
He stopped running down that aisle.
Yes it was a bit passive aggressive. But his mother was standing two feet away from me and never bothered to tell him that this is the laundromat not the playground.
A boy runs down the aisle and bbumps into my laundry cart. He's about 8 years old. A moment later he runs by me again.
The third time he came down the aisle he had no choice but to stop running- unless he wanted to wind up in my laundry cart.
He stopped running down that aisle.
Yes it was a bit passive aggressive. But his mother was standing two feet away from me and never bothered to tell him that this is the laundromat not the playground.