I am not supposed to bump my head because I've had more than one concussion. OK, four. Anything that might knock me into a shelf or down to the floor is going to tick me off. So I'm coming up an aisle while shopping after work today when two boys are racing a shopping cart down the perpenicular aisle toward me. The stop short of me just as I round the corner. I don't react visually or verbally because I need to hold my temper. "OK, go back that way," one says to the other and they race back the other direction.
OK, that's it. I whip out my phone and call Operator Girl and tell her these kids almost ran into me and could she alert the MOD? She practically hangs up on me to get the MOD's attention right away. So I casually walk the direction they're going to get a good look at Parent of the Year, but miss them because they're too far away and Mom is ready to leave. (I hear, "Boys! Come on!" I don't even think she's been paying attention to them.) Next thing I know AP Guy--whose biceps are bigger than my head--comes racing up the main aisle as fast as he can without actually running and I think has missed them. I would've liked to hear that exchange, actually. But I am so proud of our AP team. They are on it.
OK, that's it. I whip out my phone and call Operator Girl and tell her these kids almost ran into me and could she alert the MOD? She practically hangs up on me to get the MOD's attention right away. So I casually walk the direction they're going to get a good look at Parent of the Year, but miss them because they're too far away and Mom is ready to leave. (I hear, "Boys! Come on!" I don't even think she's been paying attention to them.) Next thing I know AP Guy--whose biceps are bigger than my head--comes racing up the main aisle as fast as he can without actually running and I think has missed them. I would've liked to hear that exchange, actually. But I am so proud of our AP team. They are on it.
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