A friend of mine was grocery shopping in a store filled with a mother/child ruckus rather than wimpy music. A fussy child and a frazzled mother were throwing noise at each other. Eventually my friend entered the soup isle with the angry twosome and having compassion for the younger and empathy for the elder, she spoke kindly to them hoping to help.
Her help was not well received by either. The retaliating Mushroom Soup Seeking Momma ratcheted her volume. She flavored her remarks with observations on my friend’s character. Then she navigated her vocabulary beyond the realms of most sailors. Her little monster’s harmonizing screech approached the realms where only dogs can hear.  nancymauerman.com