During my run today ...

 

... I deliberately pass this woman in the park about six times within an hour. She’s wearing earbuds and holds a very small baby in her arms and talks on the phone very loudly -  screaming and yelling and screeching every time I pass her, hands wild in the air. I watch her cross West Street. I will follow her to where this frightened baby lives who has been crying for the past hour thanks to her raging nannys shitty antics. I’ve taken a clear photograph of her and will mail it to some occupant who lives in the building she enters. 

Ten minutes later I am on Charlton Street across from the still screaming on the phone creep. I stop a couple with their two kids coming out of the building she is standing in front of and ask them if they know her. They don’t. I explain the situation and the mom goes back into the building to ask someone if they know the woman. No. I tell them I’m gonna wait another fifteen minutes and see if she goes in somewhere. She enters 104 Charlton and I read a mailbox … Layton 3W. Fingers crossed this pays off and Layton 3W or someone else relays this urgent information to the parents.