Sweet Irony

The bit I see:

A little girl walks into the shop. She makes her way up to the counter and stands up on tiptoes to see over. 'May I have one of those chocolates please?' she asks as she places a few coins on the counter.

'No, I'm sorry, you don't have enough for one of those. You can afford one of these lollypops though.' I reply from behind the counter.

'Okay, I'll ha-'

'Don't you have enough there dearie?' interrupts the large matronly woman who sails up behind the little girl. 'Here's five dollars, you buy yourself some nice sweeties dear.'

'Ummm, I'm not sure that's a good idea.' I interject.

'Oh fiddle-faddle young man.' Madam says with a dismissive wave of her hand. She places a crisp five dollar note in the little girl's hand. 'You just tell the man what you'd like.'


The bit I don't see:

'It seems she ingested a large amount of sugar and it sent her into a diabetic coma.' The doctor glances up from his notes to meet the mothers eye. 'I'm afraid we didn't get to her in time, permanent damage has been done to her kidneys. It's quite likely that she'll need regular dialysis for the rest of her life.'

'I don't understand it doctor,' says the girls mother. 'I give her twenty cents every week to buy one lollypop. We're always very careful to manage her diet properly. I just don't understand how this could happen.'


Meanwhile:

'Oh Herbert, I did the nicest thing today.' says Madam with a hint of pride. 'This poor young girl couldn't afford any sweeties so I bought her a nice big bag full. Probably more than her parents could afford, the poor little urchin.'

'Now dear you really shouldn't interfere with peoples children.' Herbert intones with a note of concern in his voice.

'What possible harm could it do Herbert?' Madam says shaking her head. 'You fuss too much.'

Herbert sighs, 'Yes Dear.'

Don't fuck with other peoples kids you weirdos.