I was visiting a park in town. I go there often, park my rig, and study/apply for jobs (I am a nomad)
I saw a family for the second time there.
The mom looks like the woman from wallace and grommet. The one that Wallace is always trying to get with, but skinnier, around 29 post wall look.
I walked by and saw her man (latin guy) cleaning out a plastic skidplate that adorns most modern transverse engine cars underneath the bumper. The shitty one that traps all kinds of shit + oil change cockblocker
He is cleaning it out, and while this is happening, the mom is lifting her little girl up and saying, i love you i love you i love you while the little boy looks on at what is happening. he is younger, about 15 months or so. barely walking.
He then tries his hardest to find dad, knocking on the door of the car repeatedly for 3 minutes. I walk slow, i am not in a hurry, so i saw all of this shit. It's hot outside too. He is sweating.
Then i round the bend, and walk in front of their car to get to mine. The little boy and girl walk up and say hi, which is a point of danger always, because i am a man.
I keep forward, and i always use body language with people that establishes FTC because i get better conversational results (it's strange how people want attention and when it is given straight to them they hate it, but if it is given by someone who dismisses them in some way then it is valuable. I like direct attention.)
So i said, not a good idea to talk to strangers kid.
and at that moment the Wendolene Rams-Bottom looking bitch gave me a look of pure hate (wtf are you talking to us at all?) and tucked her head under her arm to duck into the car.
It makes sense, the female creature lives in fear of what might happen and is obsessed with victimhood.
I sat for a while and offered the guy a scraper but he declined. He was chill. The mom was not.
I am very careful with people. I am a ghost right now, and i do not have the skills practiced/the skill level required in my area to be a bachelor (madison) is Double Double diamond.
I am mastering the art of looking like i am always on the way somewhere/doing something else. My mouth gets me in trouble though. sometimes i want to start verbal conversations with people and they are just terrified of it.
They go all slack jawed. I would feel bad if there was something to feel bad about. All these scared people. It's a prison of the mind.
Anyway, she never held the little boy the same way. I guess he is just supposed to "tough it out".
It's the babies man. they suffer under this.
To be honest, if the man would have said yes i would have cleaned it out with him.
Depressing I want out of this country.