My husband and I were having dinner at PG Plaza this evening and went to check out the car showcase at its atrium. We were seated inside a Suzuki Swift to get a feel of how spacious it is. I entered the back seat and left the door ajar as I intended to go out quite soon. Out of nowhere a boy walked past, went "oh!", ran towards the car and pushed/slammed the door closed with both his hands.

If I had moved my hand a few seconds slower, the fingers on my left hand would be gone by now.

Shocked, I glared as the boy who had run off, and then at his dad who was still walking by and obviously aware of what his son had done. The tiled floor was so fascinating that he didn't take his eyes off it until he was way past the showcase area.

I say, if people can't teach their children, don't have them in the first place.

 

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