Today, while taking the subway, a little boy who looked about four or five years old was crying and shouting that he wanted to play on my phone. I didn’t know him, so I ignored him.

The child’s mother not only didn’t stop him, but also shot me a glare as the kid’s crying got louder and louder.
At that moment, an auntie suddenly snapped at me, “Go on—let the kid play for a bit. It’s not like he’ll break it beyond use!”
Then she handed her own phone to the child. The child took it, and immediately dropped it on the ground: “I don’t like this.”
Yeah, thanks a lot. If either of you had skipped just one step today, I wouldn’t be feeling this great.