Speaking as a paediatric nurse

lynch her! lynch her!
1) That embarrassing feeling as a kid when you get the wrong person. I remember once coming out of church (before I went the way of Satan). I was about 8yrs old, I turned round, and pestered 'dad' to take us to the park, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him out of the church. He was showing uncharacteristic resistance. I looked up, only to realise it wasn't dad . Embarrassed!!!!
2) My parents lived for a while on a country lane, leading eventually to a hospital, but essentially in the middle of nowhere. I had got off the bus at the end of the lane, and was walking towards my parents' house.. It was pouring with rain. A car went past, and pulled up about 20 yrds in front. Mysterious hands pushed a bewildered boy of about 4yrs old out onto the path, and into the rain, and sped off. The kid was bawling his eyes out. I went to him, and made sure he was OK, and took his hand to walk him to the parents' house and call the cops (it was 1980s, no mobiles). I asked his name etc, as we walked along, and he told me his parents were in the car. After about 5 minutes, the car came back, pulled up, and a man (woman in back seat) told him to get in. The kid seemed OK with it, so I let him get in (if he hadn't been, I might have told them where to go). I asked the guy why they's pushed him out, and as he drove away, he simply shouted "Can't stand all that f**ck*ng crying". I took the reg number, and I phoned the police, explaining what happened. Never heard anything back at all, but I often hope(d) all worked out OK for that poor kid, with such stupid parents.