"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
The people behind me, as I wrestled my own whiney toddler, began very loudly whispering things like: "How many baby daddies do you think she has? Can't even dress those kids for weather. Just wait until she whips out the food stamps."
