What do you call it when it is not your own children? It certainly isn't my proud moment? And even more questionable, these weren't children, though they were acting like children. Very obnoxious,and needing to be smacked around a bit. I was at the pharmacy on Tuesday to pick up a prescription after seeing the ortho doc about my sad knee. That's a whole nother post! Rather than shop around I wanted to sit. It really hurts. And I have to go to Knott's Berry Farm tomorrow...I will tough it out. ;) Anyway...there were two young girls. I say young girls, because they do not deserve to be called young ladies as they didn't act like ladies. They don't deserve to be called young women because a young woman acts with dignity, respect, and kindness. These girls did not. Rather than just sit in one of the chairs nicely placed, one of them had moved them rudely in front of the rest of the chairs. I took the seat ...