Fucking. Right. I'm not talking about the first paragraph, but the second. Every time Rose and I take a trip, there are these fucking kids that run around the train for 45 minutes screaming and laughing and what not. I hate it every time. I swear, you should have to be required to have a car before having children so that trips under 600 km can be made in peace. The breeders can have their fun-filled family time (ech!) and adults can take a nap on the train.
Sometimes I wish I could take off to a place with adults only and a very few select children. Like the ones I am related to, or Rose's daughter. Maybe the children of a few of my friends. But I cannot abide the children of strangers, especially in a public place.
Gotta go, people are hovering.
