So I was at a restaurant with my family and this woman came up with a child. She looked about 40 with blonde hair. The child looked about 5 with also blonde hair. The child was crying at the time and the woman started to nag at us. Apparently, the child wanted a dessert and, lucky for us, we were the only people in the area who happened to have milkshakes. The woman passive-aggressively asked us to either buy one or let the “angel” have some. We politely declined, as we didn’t have any cash, and were also a little under the weather with colds. She then demanded from us that we needed to give some kind of dessert for her child who was now sobbing. By now, staff gets involved and they start pulling her away, but she breaks free and starts just pulling my leg.Just like how I’m pulling yours.