Scene: appointment in hospital outpatients. One of the patients who has brought her children with her, snarls and curses at them as they sit there, bored but acquiescent. People shift uncomfortably in their seats as she's constantly criticising one of them in particular, who is doing nothing worse than being a child confined in a space that is clearly not meant for them. Every time the consultant opens the door, the child is being berated and told 'oh, give it to your brother, you'll only duck it up'.
Once the patient is called, she yells at them to move and mutters about how useless they are.
In appointment 'so how have things been?'
The unfortunate consultant is subjected to a fifteen minute diatribe about how useless they all are, how they do her head in all the time, how they've smashed everything, how awful one in particular is and what a nightmare it is with school and taking them out because she can't get childcare and how tit the weather is as it makes her pain levels absolutely phenomenal. Eventually, the consultant tries to hide irritation and makes an attempt at a lighthearted comment towards the chirpiest one who they can't quite believe is still smiling despite the number of criticisms that have been made about them in their hearing so far. 'Ah, at least it's Friday, so you'll be able to go home and snuggle up with a hot chocolate together', only to be met with 'Can't wait until Monday when the little shits are back at school'.
Consultant: 'Do you even like your children?'.
So not an attempt to steal much loved little treasures for the State, more an irritated 'You've bitched about them and the cute one in particular for over an hour now.'