When planets collide and kids are the victims So, I had to run to Safeway after yoga class, and was the only non-ham in the place legitimately wearing yoga leggings and a sweatshirt. (Difference is: All the obi's leggins were stretched so thin you could see ass crack, and the sweatshirts were food stained.) I almost get knocked out by a mini-planet, a girl around 4 or 5 years old. Let's call her Mercury. She is running up/down/up/down the aisle. The shitlord in me finally takes a stand. "Honey, doesn't that running feel GOOD on your body? Doesn't it feel HEALTHY?" I look up to see father planet (Jupiter) trying to collect Mercury with an infant in his other thigh-looking arm. We all end up in the same self check-out line. The sign says, "WAIT HERE until next register is available." Either they can't read or their personal space recognition is ZERO, but they are crowding me so closely at my register, we are actually touching. They finally find an open register, and Jupiter nags at Mercury for the duration of check-out. As we leave, he grabs her hand and says, "Hold on to my hand. DON'T RUN!" I wanted to reply, "Oh don't worry. She won't be running. I'm pretty sure that was a "one and done" for the rest of her life." POOR KID