“You. Owe. My. Daughter. An. Apology.” “I’m sorry she’s fat?” The boy’s dad chuckles. The manager comes over, steps between them. “Let’s all remain calm.” Mom stands up. “Stop, Phillip. Let’s go. We’ve been humiliated enough.” We?! “We are out of here.” Mom tugs on Dad’s arms as she tells us kids to go to the car. Like I said, Mom always decides what I get.
