diapers, dudes and things you will like

On my break today I went to Quejos on Main St., a place that sells these wheat free portugese buns that are a little squeaky but are the only room temperature bread-ish product that won't suction up all the saliva in your body when chewed and swallowed. I ordered some fresh ones behind a guy about my age and his little girl. I tried not to judge them based on their matching patchwork jackets, hats and the hemp rope-based carrier he had strapped to his chest. I really did. But DUDE, when I came back to pick up my hot chewy delicious buns, he was changing her diaper while she stood, facing the wall like she was being arrested. Why didn't I stop short and quietly moan yell, "DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. Dude. Seriously. Really? Really. In a fucking place of edibles. Oh, and nice fucking jacket." I do not have children yet, but I will get a tattoo  across my mouth that reads NO DIAPERS IN PUBLIC because I am that nerdly serious abut this. 
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