I forgot to tell this:
Sunday, I was dinning in a small pizzaria near home. There was a table with a grandmother and her two grandchildren. They were talking about a trip to a rock show. The boy was 11 and she was telling him he had no age for such. He argued he would be going with his mother. I didnt pay attention to the rest of the conversation, but a few lines got my attention from the lovely grand mother.
"I hope you both die there"
"I hope the cops arrests you and beat you on your face"
"They will get you to a cell and beat the shit out of you, you will learn."
Lovely isnt, she?
Btw, the boy's sister was younger and was listening to all this madness. She was using her lipstick a lot and the grandmother said her to stop. I almost said something like "hey, old lady: she is compulsory painting her lips because she is felling fucking uncomfortable with this situation right now. So quite the fucking down and stop telling your grandson you want to see him dead. He will throw it in your face in a few years, you can bet. You wont be able to complain, will you? Take care and have a nice meal."