Seriously, I’m already a chaos magnet, telling me beware or wishing me luck? That’s just BEGGING for something to happen to me. Further, it’s a grocery store on a Sunday afternoon. SO many families. With children. *twitch*
Awesome parenting, dude…part I
So, as mentioned. Lots of little kids. EVERYWHERE. There were also a few free sample tables set up around the store. This is a bad combination. I’m standing in the meat section, and the employee was asking me if I wanted to try whatever it was. She had two little sample cups left. I don’t even know what it was, but two kids, about 5 or 6 came racing over, yanked the cups off the table, knocking over her display on the table (Though not the electric skillet, thank goodness) and go shrieking off to mommy showing her what they have.
Mommy’s response? She waved them down an aisle and yabbered on her cell phone. I helped the employee clean up the mess, and went on my way. Buh. Kids.
No, that’s THEFT
I’m in the produce section, grabbing a few things, and I see this woman going through a display of strawberries. She’s opening cartons, taking out a few berries, and EATING THEM. After a while, she notices me gaping at her, and gets all huffy.
Her: What’re you looking at!?
Me: Erm…a thief?
Her: I’m TESTING them, to make sure they’re still GOOD. That’s not stealing.
Me: You’re EATING berries that you haven’t PAID for. That IS stealing.
Her: Shut up, bitch!
Me: <I shrug> Flattery will get you nowhere, you’re still a thief.
Her: <She looks confused. I wander off while her brain screeches to a halt and head to a different part of the section>
Um, yeah, that’s still called theft…
Different part of the produce section. A woman with 3 kids in her cart grabs a bag of grapes and tosses them in. Now, her children are super unhappy, they’re crying, squalling, etc, etc. So what does she do? She opens the grapes and starts telling her kids to eat ‘em. One of her children, too old to be in the cart asks mommy if this is wrong
Kid: Mama, we didn’t pay for those, we can’t eat them yet, can we?
IM(Idiot Mom): It’s ok, precious, we’ll pay for them later.
Kid: But mama, they’s marked at $x per pound. That’s gonna make ‘em lighter so we won’t pay for what was eating. (I’m silently cheering for this brilliant child!!!)
IM: (and her next words make me want to weep) Naw. See, stores EXPECT people to eat stuff, so they make the prices higher. It don’t matter if we eat the grapes, they’ll still get our money. C’mon we need corn dogs.
Kid: (follows her mother)
I’m left, gobsmacked. Oh, the brain, it hurts
Awesome parenting, dude…part II
Pop quiz!! You’re 6-ish year old son is crying!! Do you:
A. Take him outside, so you can calm him down
B. Take him into the restroom to calm him down
C. Ask him what’s wrong
D. Tell him to shut up while yakking on your cell phone
E. Tell him to shut the fk up or you’ll stuff him in the meat freezer and leave him there, so he’ll REALLY have something to cry about.
I just…I have no words. Really. Excellent fathering skills, really. They left the aisle before I could even pick my jaw up off the floor, and I lost sight of them, or else I seriously would’ve found an employee and asked them to call CPS.
Awesome parenting, dude…Part III (Warning, kinda gross)
So, I’m almost done. ALMOST. I’m THIIIIIIIISSS close to being done. In line at the checkout. I’m behind a mother with her 4 kids. One of whom looks to be about 3, and has chocolate stains all over her face. There are about 5 empty hershey’s wrappers in the cart (The store had them on sale, apparently). Now, after chickie there pigged out on chocolate, mom told her oldest son (I think it was son? Nephew, whatever. He was a teenager) to hold the girl while she emptied the cart onto the conveyer belt. Little girl was not happy with being held, she starts to shriek. What does teenager do? He tosses her in the air. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Little girl starts to shriek with joy. Teenager decides that since it entertains her, he’s going to spin her around, then toss her up and down. Oh boy.
Me: Um. Maybe you don’t want to do that, it’s kind of dangerous in a public place.
T: Whatever. <Spin. Toss. Up. Down>
IM (Another one!): Don’t be messing with my kids! I’m their mother, I’ll say what’s what!
Me: o.0 What…?
Ok, fine, sorry! I take a few steps back, because I just don’t have a good feeling about this.
Teenager continues spinning and tossing, spinning and tossing. Spin. Toss. Up. Down. Spin. Toss. Up. Down. Spin---aaaaand, now little girl projectile vomited. All over the teenager and a good part of the floor. Chocolate chunks. (Eww!! SORRY!! I shouldn’t have gone there!!!)
Of course, mom is upset. Because now they both need to be cleaned, and she doesn’t have time for this, etc, etc. Meanwhile, those of us behind this charming family in line, suddenly head looking for other cashiers. The woman behind me ended up behind me at the next line and she tapped me on the shoulder. I look over at her.
Her: You should’ve said “I told you so!”
Me: <Snickers> Yeah, well…hey, mind watching my cart for 30 seconds?
Her: Sure!
I run to the ice cream aisle and grab a pint. I so needed it. >.>
THE END!!
Curse you wolfie!!
Awesome parenting, dude…part I
So, as mentioned. Lots of little kids. EVERYWHERE. There were also a few free sample tables set up around the store. This is a bad combination. I’m standing in the meat section, and the employee was asking me if I wanted to try whatever it was. She had two little sample cups left. I don’t even know what it was, but two kids, about 5 or 6 came racing over, yanked the cups off the table, knocking over her display on the table (Though not the electric skillet, thank goodness) and go shrieking off to mommy showing her what they have.
Mommy’s response? She waved them down an aisle and yabbered on her cell phone. I helped the employee clean up the mess, and went on my way. Buh. Kids.
No, that’s THEFT
I’m in the produce section, grabbing a few things, and I see this woman going through a display of strawberries. She’s opening cartons, taking out a few berries, and EATING THEM. After a while, she notices me gaping at her, and gets all huffy.
Her: What’re you looking at!?
Me: Erm…a thief?
Her: I’m TESTING them, to make sure they’re still GOOD. That’s not stealing.
Me: You’re EATING berries that you haven’t PAID for. That IS stealing.
Her: Shut up, bitch!
Me: <I shrug> Flattery will get you nowhere, you’re still a thief.
Her: <She looks confused. I wander off while her brain screeches to a halt and head to a different part of the section>
Um, yeah, that’s still called theft…
Different part of the produce section. A woman with 3 kids in her cart grabs a bag of grapes and tosses them in. Now, her children are super unhappy, they’re crying, squalling, etc, etc. So what does she do? She opens the grapes and starts telling her kids to eat ‘em. One of her children, too old to be in the cart asks mommy if this is wrong
Kid: Mama, we didn’t pay for those, we can’t eat them yet, can we?
IM(Idiot Mom): It’s ok, precious, we’ll pay for them later.
Kid: But mama, they’s marked at $x per pound. That’s gonna make ‘em lighter so we won’t pay for what was eating. (I’m silently cheering for this brilliant child!!!)
IM: (and her next words make me want to weep) Naw. See, stores EXPECT people to eat stuff, so they make the prices higher. It don’t matter if we eat the grapes, they’ll still get our money. C’mon we need corn dogs.
Kid: (follows her mother)
I’m left, gobsmacked. Oh, the brain, it hurts
Awesome parenting, dude…part II
Pop quiz!! You’re 6-ish year old son is crying!! Do you:
A. Take him outside, so you can calm him down
B. Take him into the restroom to calm him down
C. Ask him what’s wrong
D. Tell him to shut up while yakking on your cell phone
E. Tell him to shut the fk up or you’ll stuff him in the meat freezer and leave him there, so he’ll REALLY have something to cry about.
I just…I have no words. Really. Excellent fathering skills, really. They left the aisle before I could even pick my jaw up off the floor, and I lost sight of them, or else I seriously would’ve found an employee and asked them to call CPS.
Awesome parenting, dude…Part III (Warning, kinda gross)
So, I’m almost done. ALMOST. I’m THIIIIIIIISSS close to being done. In line at the checkout. I’m behind a mother with her 4 kids. One of whom looks to be about 3, and has chocolate stains all over her face. There are about 5 empty hershey’s wrappers in the cart (The store had them on sale, apparently). Now, after chickie there pigged out on chocolate, mom told her oldest son (I think it was son? Nephew, whatever. He was a teenager) to hold the girl while she emptied the cart onto the conveyer belt. Little girl was not happy with being held, she starts to shriek. What does teenager do? He tosses her in the air. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Little girl starts to shriek with joy. Teenager decides that since it entertains her, he’s going to spin her around, then toss her up and down. Oh boy.
Me: Um. Maybe you don’t want to do that, it’s kind of dangerous in a public place.
T: Whatever. <Spin. Toss. Up. Down>
IM (Another one!): Don’t be messing with my kids! I’m their mother, I’ll say what’s what!
Me: o.0 What…?
Ok, fine, sorry! I take a few steps back, because I just don’t have a good feeling about this.
Teenager continues spinning and tossing, spinning and tossing. Spin. Toss. Up. Down. Spin. Toss. Up. Down. Spin---aaaaand, now little girl projectile vomited. All over the teenager and a good part of the floor. Chocolate chunks. (Eww!! SORRY!! I shouldn’t have gone there!!!)
Of course, mom is upset. Because now they both need to be cleaned, and she doesn’t have time for this, etc, etc. Meanwhile, those of us behind this charming family in line, suddenly head looking for other cashiers. The woman behind me ended up behind me at the next line and she tapped me on the shoulder. I look over at her.
Her: You should’ve said “I told you so!”
Me: <Snickers> Yeah, well…hey, mind watching my cart for 30 seconds?
Her: Sure!
I run to the ice cream aisle and grab a pint. I so needed it. >.>
THE END!!
Curse you wolfie!!
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