Breakin’ Fingers

While at Wal-Mart, I overheard a mother yelling at her son, who was attached to the cart by a leash-like device and was touching everything that his 2-foot radius would allow. After ripping something out of his hands, she yelled (loud enough for all within a 200-ft earshot range to hear), “IF YOU DON’T STOP TOUCHING THINGS, I AM GONNA BREAK YOUR FINGERS!” while fellow Wal-Mart shoppers looked on in horror.

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