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		<title>Go ahead, poke the bear&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was out doing some pre-Father&#8217;s Day errands with my little one today, and pulled into the packed TD Bank parking lot, which is shared with the LCBO (Liquor Store). As I was gathering up my deposit books and reaching for the button to open the van&#8217;s side door for Wee One, a waving hand [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was out doing some pre-Father&#8217;s Day errands with my little one today, and pulled into the packed TD Bank parking lot, which is shared with the LCBO (Liquor Store). As I was gathering up my deposit books and reaching for the button to open the van&#8217;s side door for Wee One, a waving hand in the next car caught my eye. It was a little hand, and to my shock, it belonged to a little boy who was <strong>all alone</strong> in the car. I told Wee One to sit tight, and I got out of the van, cell phone in hand, for a closer look. Yup, it was a cute blonde boy about 3 years old, strapped into a car seat, and all by himself. </p>
<p><img style="float: left; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;" src="images/buffoons-car.jpg" alt="Buffoon's Car" title="Buffoon's Car" class="alignnone" width="200" height="112" /> I have the local PD programmed into my cell phone, which always seemed like a good idea to me. It wasn&#8217;t a 911 kind of call, but it was definitely a bad situation that needed to be acted upon. In 10 seconds I was on the line with a dispatcher, and explaining what I&#8217;d found. As I was giving the plate # and description of the car, the father, a well dressed man who looked to be of middle eastern descent, came out of the liquor store. He saw me standing behind the car, gave me a suspicious look, but then decided I was no threat (hah) and headed for his door. </div>
<p>Trying very hard to keep my cool &#8211; which is really tough for me, given that I&#8217;m <strong>Irish</strong>, a <strong>mother bear</strong>, and passionate about <strong>protecting children</strong>, even those who aren&#8217;t mine &#8211; I laid into the negligent father (let&#8217;s call him &#8220;Buffoon&#8221; from now on, shall we?) with &#8220;Buddy, you cannot leave a child alone in a car!&#8221; and &#8220;You left your child alone in a car while you went into a liquor store?!&#8221; and &#8220;You&#8217;ve just endangered your son&#8217;s life!&#8221; and then when he came up with his very witty retort of &#8220;You mind your own business!&#8221; I told him I was on the phone with the police, and they were on the way. He kept repeating that I should mind my own business, at one point trying to look aggressive and heading for me, until he noticed I wasn&#8217;t backing up and didn&#8217;t look afraid of him, and then he turned around and went back to his driver&#8217;s side door, said he&#8217;d only been in there for 3 minutes, and that he was going to call his lawyer too. <em>You do that, Buffoon</em>. Did I mention how packed the parking lot was? Ever been in a liquor store on Father&#8217;s Day weekend, where it took you only 3 minutes to get in and out? Me either. </p>
<p>I could see him wrestling with himself, trying to figure out if he should take off or stay and wait, and pretending to talk to someone on his cell, which I would have found pretty comical if I hadn&#8217;t been so steamed. He got in and out of his car a couple times, and made a big show of taking pictures of MY van with his cell (if I suddenly disappear or get blown up, someone call and remind the cops of this, will you? Thanks.) and even pointed at Wee One and said &#8220;My son looks to be in better shape than <strong>your</strong> child!&#8221; Really? You can see my daughter through the dark tinted windows of my van, can you, Buffoon? He must have gone to college to come up with those one-liners. I just laughed at him and told him to go ahead and run his mouth off if it made him feel better. </p>
<p>A squad car was there in 4 minutes flat &#8211; can I just say how amazed I was? And how proud of our PD that made me?!</p>
<p>Buffoon headed for the officer as he stepped out, and started yelling that he&#8217;d only been gone for 3 minutes, but he was cut off in mid-sentence and told to go and stand by his car, and that he&#8217;d get his turn in a minute. <em>heehee</em> </p>
<p>I repeated what I&#8217;d told the dispatcher, adding the part that it&#8217;d be nigh-on impossible to get in and out of that liquor store in 3 minutes, and the cute young officer (what is it about men in uniform, anyway? Yowza!) rolled his eyes and said &#8220;It&#8217;s too bad there aren&#8217;t any good parenting laws. I could never leave my own daughter all by herself.&#8221; <strong>I&#8217;m</strong> happier there <strong>are</strong> laws that state you can&#8217;t abandon your child for <em>any</em> length of time. It&#8217;s called <em>child abuse</em>, folks, and you could get a hefty fine, or even jail time. </p>
<p>The officer thanked me, and as there was no reason for me to hang around, especially with Wee One there, I headed off to do my banking. When I came out Buffoon was gone, and I was pleased to see that the officer had hung around to make sure my vehicle wasn&#8217;t touched on his way out. </p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what the final outcome of this was. I hope he got a solid fine. I hope it&#8217;s the last I see of him. I hope he doesn&#8217;t take it out on that cute little boy. Most of all, I hope his wife kicks his butt up around his ears for endangering her baby. </p>
<p>You know what the sad thing is? This isn&#8217;t the first time I&#8217;ve been in this situation &#8211; over the years I&#8217;ve reported 3 other people, all women, for leaving their babies alone in their vehicle while they shopped, and told off a few others. In one case about 7 years ago, it was a woman who left her 2 year old boy and 5 year old girl alone in their car, neither of them was in a car seat, the windows were wide open and it was a sweltering August morning. She did a grocery cart full of shopping, and came out to find a squad car waiting on her, too.  </p>
<p>There are people on this planet who do not deserve the precious babies they are blessed with. </p>
<p><strong>What would you have done?</strong></p>
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