Overheard in the market yesterday:

There was a bloated lady (late 50's), sharply dressed (except for the floor length fur. Blech) walking through the market with a sense of entitlement reserved usually for the very wealthy. She was talking into her bluetooth as she tried to find the shortest line that would get her away from the rif-raf as soon as humanly possible.

In line at the in store bank was a very, very, very, very unhappy 3 year old girl. Who was crying and crying and screaming and crying. (Yes it was VERY annoying. However I'm a parent and we've all been there. Hell my oldest actually threw one of those mini carts one time when I picked her up so I know my way around embarrassing shopping times)

This lady (term used loosely) actually said this into the phone:

"Oh that? That is a petulant child positively screaming in the store."
"I know, can you believe parents these days? Why on Earth don't they remove her so we all don't have to listen to this"
"I mean for God sakes, this is why there are nannies. Obviously this man isn't fit to take care of this child."

I thought I was going to have to be picked up off the floor. This woman was like a fat, blinged out version of the Wicked Witch of the West. What is wrong with people?