RBBM, I think you hit it right there. They sure didn't view this little guy as the treasure he is! Insanity.
A few years ago, there was a kid who was still at preschool at the end of the day. After fifteen minutes or so, we call mom, who says that it's dad's turn to come get kid. We call dad. No answer. We call mom back, who says that it's dad's turn to come get kid and "she doesn't know what to tell us." We get a hold of dad finally. He says it's mom's turn and besides, his girlfriend has the car (or some carp like that I can't remember exactly). Point being, it wasn't until the boss said, "If someone isn't here to get him by whatever-time, we'll just call 911 and let them sort it out." that they finally managed to get their sand together and get someone there.
And what in the world were we supposed to say to this kid? He knew alllll the other kids went home. He knew it was dark and that he had never been at school when it was dark at night before. He knew dang well mommy or daddy or someone should have been there to pick him up and that all the grown-ups were in a hissy about it. He maybe even thought we were mad at him, just because it was so confusing!?!
When I was fifteen, my mom forgot to come pick me up from dance practice. I waited. And waited. Everyone left, including the dance coach, as I'd assured her my mom was on her way, of course. It grew dark. It began to snow. I was wearing dancing clothes and jazz shoes, luckily I had a coat, and I prepared myself to walk home, so sad and dejected. (I'm old, so this was pre-cell phones, or at least pre-normal-people-having-cell-phones, and the only pay phones nearby were inside the building I'd just been locked out of). My mom arrived, and would you believe she was only about 35 minutes late? It had seemed like much longer! And I was fifteen, not three! *Sigh* This poor little guy...
shaking my head at the lack of humanity...freaking insane
And to my mom's credit, she wasn't a crackhead or anything. She'd been doing crafts and lost track of time LOL. I took it a lot more personally at the time, but, admittedly, it still kinda hurts my feelings like, 20 years later :blushing: :crazy: Like I said...insanity :crazy::crazy: