Why me? Why almost always me?

---Went to the fair last night w/ the ex and the kid. All was well, I ate like a small pig and such. Nothing deep fried this year though.

So the kid wants to go on some of the rides, ok, thats cool, right? So we head for the Midway and I start out by winning her 2 pretty good sized stuffed animals. Then she wanted to go on these water bumper boats thing. OK, no problem.

So like 30 seconds into the ride, her boat malfunctions and she gets a little scared. I go over and try to get someones attention to wade out there and help her. I get the attention of this broad and ask her to go bring my kid into the stairs. She looks at me dead in the face and says "It aint my damn job." So, I go in through the exit and started talkin to the kid, lettin her know its ok. Then some black punk comes over to me and says I cant do that and he grabs me by the arm and literally tries to push me out of the exit zone. Thats when I got a little, shall we say frisky?

I planted my steel toe Doc right on top of his converse wearing ass and he jumped about 10 feet in the air. So the kid is still stranded out there, really aggravated and crying super loud. Now as a father I cant stand to see my little one cry out of fear.
Then here comes the fucking pigs. I explained the situation and they were kinda cool with it.

But the bottom line? As soon as the kid was out, we were escorted off the fair grounds. Needless to say, the ex and I arent speaking to one another right now.

I just couldnt stand there and watch my little drop of love cry and act so helpless. She makes the sadest face when shes freaked out and crying. I couldnt take it.---