Just when you think you’ve heard it all, THIS pops up in my news feed…..
“A jury has ruled against a New York woman who sued her nephew for hugging her too hard on his eighth birthday.”
I’m sorry. But with that kind of lead-in, I just had to click and read.
Apparently, with undue glee, the sweet, “very loving” (<—her words!) 8-year-old boy ran towards her and leapt into her arms, saying “Auntie Jen, I love you!” The force knocked her down and she broke her wrist. She didn’t complain to him at the time because, as she told the jury, “It was his birthday and I didn’t want to upset him.”
So, Jennifer Connell upset him later with a $127, 000 lawsuit. She wants him accountable for his actions. Besides, now the 54-year-old has a hard time juggling her hors d’oeuvre plate when she attends parties due to her injury. (I’m not kidding. That’s what she told the jury. I can’t make this stuff up.)
Hence, my disgust and confusion.
How in the world did this woman find an attorney that would take this case?
How in the world did anyone, crazy aunt or money-grubbing attorney, think they were going to get $127,000 from an 8-year-old boy?
How in the world did this ever, ever in a million years, get to a jury and waste the good taxpayers time and money?
Thank you, dear jury, for delivering the only verdict possible.
Thank you, Auntie Jen, for never having children. You’ve already squashed the loving exuberance of a sweet child in one fell swoop. We don’t need to squash any other children.
And to the poor, sweet, very loving boy (who is now 12-years-old — yes, it took four years for this debacle to end) may you find love and kindness in your other relatives.
And may you never have to hug Auntie Jen ever again.