Years ago I was on a subway with all five kids, the youngest in a carrier and my toddler in a stroller. An exceedingly large and fierce-looking man got on. It was crowded. Eldest stood near me; Big Guy (who was about seven) and Dancer (five) were seated. The tough man towered above Big Guy, with do-rag and copious bling and $200 shades. My son gaped in a mixture of awe and raw fear. I silently prayed, "Don't stare! Don't stare!"
The huge man looked down at Big Guy, then glanced around angrily. He bellowed, "What's wrong with you people?" The whole car tensed, fearful of what was coming next. The man frowned.
"What's wrong with you people? Can't you see? This woman has all these kids and she needs to sit down! Get up and give her a seat!"