So back in October, Mr. Winters and I went down to Houston for a book event. Great event, had a nice trip and a great time, and I met my first fan "in the wild" on the way back (at a sex toy store, naturally.).
Anyway, so we're driving back, and we stop at a McD's for lunch. As we're getting our shit together to leave, some kid keeps screaming at the front counter. Not a baby crying; not someone in pain or fear or something. Just some kid, going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH at the top of his lungs to annoy his sister.
His mom is standing RIGHT NEXT TO HIM, and she does nothing. Doesn't even LOOK when he shouts.
So we go by on our way out, and I say, in a totally normal conversational tone to the kid, "Stop screaming. It's rude."
We walk out.
Halfway to our car, I hear, "Excuse me. EXCUSE ME. STOP WALKING, BITCH," but of course I'm not paying any attention to that nonsense.
I unlock the doors and go to get in the car, and I hear, "NEVER SPEAK TO MY CHILD AGAIN!" just barely over the sound of - guess what - THE KID FUCKING YELLING SOME MORE.
So I finally look back over my shoulder and say, "Well, maybe you should discipline your kid, then. HAVE A NICE DAY!"