MY parents were strict disciplinarians. If I spoke to my folks ( or any grown-up) the way these kids today speak to their parents; I don’t believe I would have made it to adulthood. I grew up in the 50’s and they didn’t play that.
Once I had gone to the mall (we still had a few) in my hubby’s car and came out looking for my car. I was franticlly looking when I remembered which car I had driven. If any one had noticed, I played it off like I was looking for someone.
Years ago, I used to take my reuseable bags to put my groceries in. The clerk would beat me putting my food in new plastic bags. When I mentioned that I had my own bags, it seemed to hurt their feelings. I had wondered if they got paid extra for how many more bags they used.
I had one, he was so sweet. Whenever I came to feed him, he would flare out his fins. Didn’t have him long enough to figure if he was being aggressive or happy to see me.
LOL