Said a frizzled old lady in perfect Bawlmerese behind me in line today at the grocery store when Charlotte wanted her binky.  She ignored the adorable baby the whole time we were waiting in line, which I thought was strange — because in an empty grocery store, everyone wants to chat with the baby, and we’re glad for it.  I sure don’t want Charlotte to be as anti-social as I am.  (Hell, I don’t want to be as antisocial as I am.)  Anyway, snarky, “That’s why your baby’s fussing a tiny bit,” comments are unwelcome at best.  I wanted to point out the sweater Charlotte had on, remind her that a baby’s parents usually know her best or to tell her to mind her own business.  But I can’t control how people act.  I just ignored her, which I thought was a silent, “Shut up,” and I walked home with veggies, bread and my daughter.