No Child Left Behind mit Uberreiniger (or, Can't I walk to the mailbox w/o having to see this crap?)

[uberreiniger]

The woman who lives in the building across the street can't be older than 27 but she looks 53. She chain-smokes, has legs that look like twin avalanches of moldy cottage cheese if moldy cottage cheese had angry-looking thick purple veins in it, a blurry ankle tattoo most likely applied by a drunk Mexican on parole, and all the people skills of Uday Hussein with a hangover. And if I have to walk past her while she's psychologically crucifying her toddler outside in broad daylight one more damn time I will make her die a violent death on the spot. Trust me, it'll mess the kid up less. And no jury in the world would convict me either.