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The Pirate and I went to pick up the Baby Goddess at Baby School. As we were walking in, a very large woman with long, greasy hair was yelling at the preschool group teacher.

Apparently, the women's 5-year-old son had hit and kicked the teacher, and in order to restrain him the teacher put him in a high chair. The mother was incensed enough to scream her for it. She was looking pointedly at us and saying "I wonder if all the other parents know that Mona [the director of the day care center] doesn't manage this place. That she has uneducated people like you watching the children." She accused the teacher of abuse and was screaming that the teacher should have called the woman at work and she would have come and picked up her child.

The parent was physically pushing the teacher, who was three or four inches shorter and at least one hundred pounds lighter, across the room. Although my daughter was still smiling and appeared okay (I was holding her), there was another child who came up to me, shaking, and buried her face in my coat.

The Pirate and I didn't say anything for about five minutes. The woman kept yelling at the teacher, saying that she was going to take her children and leave. We waited for her to do just that, but she wouldn't leave, and I didn't want to leave the teacher alone with that awful woman (granted, there was another teacher there too, but the parent looked prepared to take them both on).

I felt rooted to the spot. I didn't know what to say, because the woman was beyond the point where she was listening to reason. Finally the Pirate said "You've said you were going to leave. Why don't you just leave?" And the woman turned on him and screamed "Who the hell are you? Fuck you!" The teacher pointed out that the language wasn't appropriate in a preschool, whereupon the woman screamed "Fuck you!" again and left, slamming the door.

I stayed as the Pirate took the Baby Goddess to the car. I wanted to make sure that the teacher was okay, and get the parent's name so that I could write to the center director.

I'm really torn. My child has been there for a long time and knows and loves her caregivers. On the other hand, the teacher gave me to understand that this is not an uncommon occurence at the school, and I'm not happy about my baby being subjected to abusive, harrassing parents.

I hate being the grownup...

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junglemonkee
Feb. 4th, 2004 09:27 am (UTC)
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I was having my hair cut, and I had a similar thing happen. My haircut place is staffed by a whole bunch of Vietnamese women, and a woman came in with three kids about five minutes before the place was set to close. All the Vietnamese ladies were busy cutting hair, and there were still a lot of people waiting for haircuts.

This woman came in and just yelled out to the crowd "How long's the wait?"

The ladies all looked at each other, speaking in Vietnamese and trying to decide whether to tell her to wait or to tell her that they were closing, but the woman came right up to my haircutter and yelled in her face "You look at me when I'm talking to you. Don't talk to them! Tell me how long the wait is!"

My haircutter stammered that they were closing in five minutes and that, because there were already a lot of people waiting, she'd have to come back another day. The woman started yelling at my haircutter that she was rude and unprofessional and that she was personal friends with "that lady who owns" the place. I asked the woman to please not scream in my ear, and she barked at me to mind my own business, whereupon I told her that I didn't believe she was friends with the owner if she doesn't even know "that lady's" name, and that if there are this many people waiting at closing time for haircuts, obviously their business isn't going to be hurt if she and her children never come back. The woman said "Don't worry, I won't!" and stomped out. The poor woman cutting my hair kept asking everyone in the place whether she had done something wrong to make the woman so angry, and we had to reassure her several times that she hadn't done anything.

I have no patience for the kind of bigoted, arrogant asshats who equate an accent with stupidity. I wish they could hear themselves.