To The Guy Smoking A Cigarette In Front Of Toys “R” Us…

I took Jacob to Toys “R” Us to buy paint and supplies. We had a great time! Well, I did – he wasn’t really interested in being there (I know that’s going to change as he grows up). We got everything that we needed and then headed to the register to pay. As we were walking out, he caught sight of a mechanical toy car  – you know, the kind that you put 50 cents into and it rocks back and forth? (if you’ve been following along, then you know that my son is obsessed with “jahbm” or driving)

To be honest, I’m glad that the toy was there. And I’m glad that he saw it. I’m also glad that I let him play on it, because in his own words, he had “fum!” (he looked up at me and said: “Jahbm! Have fum!” while spinning the steering wheel and smacking the back of the toy car)

I’m also glad he played on it because as he got on, I looked out the window and saw a guy smoking a cigarette. In front of a kids’ toy store. Look, if you know me, then you know that certain things can rile me up and make my blood boil. This turned my blood to steam. Naturally, I shifted my focus to Jacob having “fum” and waited the smoking moron out. He finally finished his cigarette and left. I let Jacob play for a little while longer and then told him it was time to go. Then I picked him up and put him on the ground to walk – he looked up and said: “Again! Again!” So I let him go again (he was really cute). Then it was finally time to go so I picked him up. He melted down. I didn’t cave. He got over it pretty quickly, which is more than I can say about myself and the idiot smoking in front of the store.

Seriously. It was all I could think about. Who the hell smokes in front of a kids’ store? Look, I used to be a smoker, so I can’t judge people for smoking without becoming a complete hypocrite, but even when I smoked I was aware of my surroundings and never smoked in front of kids. I also stayed away from places that kids were known to frequent.

To the guy smoking a cigarette in front of Toys “R” Us,

Who are you and where are your standards? No, scratch that. What the hell is wrong with you?! Yes, it’s a free country and if you choose to poison yourself, you have every right to die a slow, suffocating death. That’s your choice. You even have the right to smoke in a parking lot. But why the hell would you choose to do so in close proximity to children?! You obviously don’t have children because if you did, you wouldn’t be able to imagine even coming close to harming a child in any way whatsoever. You don’t need to have children to know that it’s completely irresponsible to allow that poisonous filth anywhere near any child’s pristine lungs. Which makes me wonder what the hell you were doing at a kids’ toy store to begin with? If you do in fact have kids, then you’re an even bigger asshole. If you feel you have to smoke, that’s fine, but if there are kids around do everyone a favor and smoke your cancer sticks in your car with the windows rolled up. Keep that crap away from those of us who want to breathe fresh air. Especially the young and innocent.

Thanks in advance,

A concerned parent.

Yeah, I know those words are harsh. But well-deserved in my humble opinion. It just didn’t make sense to me. Most people don’t bring their children to bars, so don’t smoke in front of a kids’ toy store. It’s simple. The thought of it still boils my blood, so I’ll leave you with a cute photo of Jacob riding the red toy car…

"Jahbm! Have fum!"

“Jahbm! Have fum!”

Thanks for reading, and Happy Halloween!

Love,

Jacob’s Daddy

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