WTF

Today in baby music class, which is held outside in Central Park during the summer, a boy picked up a broken piece of glass and chucked it at me, flying by V's giant noggin and hitting me in the arm. It cut me a little and bounced off.

I picked it up and saw it was a piece of a broken beer bottle. The boy smiled at me and ran off. The nanny rushed over and and apologized. I said, "he picked up this piece of glass." and she said, "yeah from over there."

Dear nanny: I meant for you to instruct the boy not to pick up glass, not to tell me where it's from.

Dear boy: fuck you. You little shit.


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