Hall of Infinite Doors

He starts swearing beneath his breath. What luck, a pissy parent. He keeps mentioning how he was only trying to help and runs off, iPod blasting. The child asks for help weakly, and knows it is of no use. You drag him into your van and lock the door. You did it! You have a child to bring to your home, and you shared a moment with the boy earlier in the park! Double-whammy. Congradulations.