Dear Offensive Old Lady,

I do not know you, and you do not know me. That means we are strangers. Strangers do not walk up to other strangers and pick up their babies. That is called (in my book at least) very rude and presumptuous.
Yes, Alexis was crying as I ran on the treadmill, but that still gives you no right to walk down, glare in self-righteous indignation at me, and scoop my child up. Babies have screamed for years, and none have died of it yet. I'd think that with as long as you've lived, you'd have learned that by now. I also would've thought that with your vast experience you'd know that you did not do me a favor, and I did not appreciate it.
No, I refuse to feign gratefulness or appreciation. You shouldn't have touched my child, and you really scared her. She started screaming harder as soon as you touched her and took her out of the seat--if you had had your hearing aid turned up a bit more you would've realized that.


joy (aka ungrateful mother)