Starbucks Drama: Please don't change your baby's diaper on the table

Some things which once are seen cannot be unseen! By that, I mean the sight of a pregnant woman slinging a naked baby and a diaper full of baby poo around on a table where people eat food.

So Preggie Lady rolls in, with her friend the Retail Worker, who's wearing a wage slave outfit from a McJob establishment. Preggie Lady *already* has two howler monkeys and another in the oven.

While Retail McJob is ordering her morning coffee, Preggie Lady swipes a half a tray of the samples of the delicous donuts that they're offering up as samples off the counter and slaps them down in front of her toddler, who has ZERO interest in staying put in his chair. Seriously. She must have gotten nine or ten - which was probably a whole donut.

"Here, eat this if you're not going to eat your breakfast." ZOMG. My grandma would have beat me stupid if I didn't eat breakfast.

The howler monkey is not interested. He's more interested in crawling around on the floor. The floor which has been trod upon by people's feet all morning. Catch a disease and rid the world of your stupidity.

"Get up here. Don't do that. Stop crawling around down there." Her useless admonitions fall up on increasingly deaf ears. When your child has tuned out you out by three, you are NOT an effective parent at all. Beat them. Beat the with whips made of scorpions. Deprive them. Deprive them of toys and the electronic glow of the idiot box. Enforce your rules. Don't just babble at them. DO SOMETHING.

But he's a lost cause already.

The REAL drama is happening three feet above him.

Apparently, her one that's still in diapers (and yet, there's another one on the way!!) has made a poopsie.

What with her one howler monkey crawling around on the floor and Retail McJob trying to get a coffee, I guess there wasn't time to go to the bathroom and change the diaper.

So, what does she do?

Poopy Pants gets laid out on the Starbucks table and gets a diaper, a powder and a change. The whole world got a view of this. And then Mother Earth there COULD NOT BE BOTHERED to walk fifteen feet to the trash can and put the poopy diaper in the trash.

NO. NO. Nooooooooooooooo.

She decides to lay it ON THE TABLE UNTIL SHE'S READY TO LEAVE.

Remember that the next time you're at a Starbucks. There might have been baby poo on that table!

Baby poo.