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An oldie but goody, from my department store days.
I worked in the women's section and it is important to note that this particular day I wore all black. A woman comes in with two kids, a little boy in a stroller and a little girl running loose. Yes, running. I'm used to this and think nothing of it until it begins.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
I look over in shock and there sits the culprit. It's the little boy (who must have been six or seven, old enough to know better), grinning hugely and making a noise like a siren at the top of his lungs. Does his mother do anything? Would I be writing this if she had? Of course not. The dear woman continues shopping, heedless of her son's keening cries and her daughter's rampant treatment of her fixtures as playground equipment.
After about fifteen minutes of this and numerous glares from other shoppers at me for doing nothing, I go over there and politely ask the woman to quiet her darling as he is disturbing the other guests. She tells him to shush and moves on. One minute later. . .it begins again. And again, she ignores it. So I go over there again.
Me: A mere 18 year old
SC: Woman without a brain
SS: Son who enjoyed his own voice too much
CSM: My manager
Me: Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but can you please keep your son quiet?
SC: He's just being a kid.
Me: He's being too loud and other customers are complaining.
SC: That's too bad! He's just being a kid.
Me: *lost all patience* This is not a playground, it's a store. He can be a kid there, not here.
SC: Fine, if we're not welcome here we'll leave! *takes her munchkins and DOES NOT LEAVE THE STORE but proceeds to Jewelry and Shoes where he continues his "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" and no other employees have the backbone to tell them to shut up and leave*
*An hour later*
Me: *folding shirts*
CSM: Hey, Adarhysenthe, what was D (co-worker) wearing today?
Me: Um, black or navy blue.
CSM: Oh. *sighs in exasperation*
Me: Why? *had to ask*
CSM: Oh we got a phone call from a woman complaining that one of the workers in women's had yelled at her and her kids for just being kids and being extremely rude, blah blah. She said they were wearing red.
Me: *glances down at my all black and somber attire* Well I'm not wearing red, but that was me. *explain the situation*
CSM: It was her kid that was doing that?? I heard them all the way in Kid's! *which is as far from women's as our floorspace allowed* And yeah, I think her rage colored her idea of you. *grins at the bad joke* Carry on then. *walks off*
I worked in the women's section and it is important to note that this particular day I wore all black. A woman comes in with two kids, a little boy in a stroller and a little girl running loose. Yes, running. I'm used to this and think nothing of it until it begins.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
I look over in shock and there sits the culprit. It's the little boy (who must have been six or seven, old enough to know better), grinning hugely and making a noise like a siren at the top of his lungs. Does his mother do anything? Would I be writing this if she had? Of course not. The dear woman continues shopping, heedless of her son's keening cries and her daughter's rampant treatment of her fixtures as playground equipment.
After about fifteen minutes of this and numerous glares from other shoppers at me for doing nothing, I go over there and politely ask the woman to quiet her darling as he is disturbing the other guests. She tells him to shush and moves on. One minute later. . .it begins again. And again, she ignores it. So I go over there again.
Me: A mere 18 year old
SC: Woman without a brain
SS: Son who enjoyed his own voice too much
CSM: My manager
Me: Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but can you please keep your son quiet?
SC: He's just being a kid.
Me: He's being too loud and other customers are complaining.
SC: That's too bad! He's just being a kid.
Me: *lost all patience* This is not a playground, it's a store. He can be a kid there, not here.
SC: Fine, if we're not welcome here we'll leave! *takes her munchkins and DOES NOT LEAVE THE STORE but proceeds to Jewelry and Shoes where he continues his "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" and no other employees have the backbone to tell them to shut up and leave*
*An hour later*
Me: *folding shirts*
CSM: Hey, Adarhysenthe, what was D (co-worker) wearing today?
Me: Um, black or navy blue.
CSM: Oh. *sighs in exasperation*
Me: Why? *had to ask*
CSM: Oh we got a phone call from a woman complaining that one of the workers in women's had yelled at her and her kids for just being kids and being extremely rude, blah blah. She said they were wearing red.
Me: *glances down at my all black and somber attire* Well I'm not wearing red, but that was me. *explain the situation*
CSM: It was her kid that was doing that?? I heard them all the way in Kid's! *which is as far from women's as our floorspace allowed* And yeah, I think her rage colored her idea of you. *grins at the bad joke* Carry on then. *walks off*
.... I couldn't beleive she would scream at a little baby like that!! I would hate to see what she does when that baby grows up... Some people just don't need to be parents!
, and scream, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! just to see if it'll work. The getup would be nice, but it would still be satisfying on one of my normal days, too xD.
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