This just happened and I'm still pretty upset about it, looking to vent a minute. Note, I'm a female.I work in a restaurant and the entire front is glass. It's a busy, mostly foot trafficked, downtown type of area that attracts a lot of shitty and entitled tourists. I park my bike angled against the curb but also only about 10" from the front bumper of my boss's car (not in a spot, and okayed by roving police because I'm an employee). I work in an open kitchen so I can see the bike from my station, but all the hostesses, bartenders, and servers know that's my bike and they usually keep an eye on it for me.Today, I was taking a break out back eating an ice cream cone from the shop across the street when the bartender ran outside.B: Did you ride to work today?Me: Yeah, why?B: There's kids climbing all over your bike out front.Cue me running through the restaurant and out the front door. Sure enough there is a kid there who at first glance was unsupervised (the mom was standing about 15 feet away with her other two kids, not facing the kid), standing in the street and legitimately about to climb onto the bike. It's been off for hours so I know it's not hot, but what if, right? What if it falls on this kid because he somehow manages to roll it forward against the kickstand?Me: HEY! Don't touch that!I had a pretty sharp tone because I was panicking that something would happen to the kid or the bike. If the bike fell, it would have crushed this kid (no more than five years old at most) between the bike and my boss's car. It wouldn't have ended well.The mom turned around and came over as the kid came back up in the side walk, and I approached the bike.Mom: You could have said it a little nicer.I ignored her at first and inspected the bike to make sure they hadn't scratched it or shifted it off the kickstand a bit.She repeated herself and I looked at her and said: Why are you letting your kids climbing all over someone else's motorcycle?She didn't say anything because the kid had started crying at this point. I didn't raise my voice towards her, just initially when I told the kid to get away from the bike. At this point, she was still repeating herself that I should have been nicer and the dad finally walked over.Dad: You're a real piece of shit you know? You're trash. Go die.I continued to eat my ice cream and stared at him. Neither of them were comforting the kid or even explaining why he got yelled at by a stranger so this poor kid is upset and feeling g guilty but doesn't know why because he's young (old enough to know but entitled enough to not understand).Dad: You're a real piece of shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? It's no big deal. I have a motorcycle too.Me: Then you should understand. Why are you letting your kids climb on it? (Still haven't raised my voice, staying calm as I can while I'm flipping internally)Dad: I'm going to break your face open on the ground over here. You're going to hell. Fuck you. I'm going to come over there. You're trash, you're a piece of shit.They're walking away at this point. The kid is still crying and unattended.Me: You're not hurting my feelings.Dad: Shut the fuck up. I'm going to come back over there and fucking break your head open on the curb right there. Fuck you. You piece of shit.At this point they continued to walk away. Finally one of them grabbed the kids hand but he was still crying. I stood there and watched them walk away in a little bit of shock. I feel like the dad's response was so over the top and excessive. I have no doubts that if I was a man he would have gotten really in my face and may have even hit me. I truly felt that my physical well being was being threatened. I've never experienced that before. In a sexually violent way, yes. In a physically violent way, no.I was really freaked out and as I was walking back into the restaurant, one of the outdoor tables called out to me.Dude: You did the right thing. Chick: Yeah I was really afraid the bike was going to fall on one of them!I tell them the bike is mine and I find out from them that all three kids (all under the age of 7 ish) were climbing all over the bike while the mom nonchalantly told them to "stop" and "come back over here". We talked for a minute about how hot pipes are dangerous and I showed them the scar on my wrist that took 6 weeks to heal. Thank god the bike wasn't hot. One of them definitely would have gotten burned. I told my bosses (a brother sister duo) what happened and my chef lost his shit and went outside looking for the guy and my manager stayed up at the front for a while to watch out for them coming back.Thanks for listening.TL;DR: the title. via /r/motorcycles https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/8vn7ul/yelled_at_a_kid_climbing_on_my_bike_under/?utm_source=ifttt
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