I was walking my dog in a Huntington Beach park on a Saturday when your young son casually tossed his Styrofoam drink cup in the grass. I politely asked him to pick it up and dispose of it in a nearby trash can, explaining that it's not polite to litter. You then ran over to me from the picnic tables and began cursing and verbally abusing me for telling your son what to do. You then encouraged him to drop the trash and leave it in the grass. Bitch, where I come from, this is called littering. I can only imagine where your son learned this behavior. You're also lucky I was in a good mood and decided to not throw the cup in your face.
