A family came up to our store today and Mommy and Eldest Daughter came in. Daddy, Kid in Stroller, and Young Son stayed out in the halllway.
Well, sorta.
At one point I looked over and YS, who had a toy sword and shield, was stabbing away at boxes sitting on a shelf under a table. They were intended to be handy-dandy quick-buy gifts for people looking for just that sort of thing. There was nothing breakable in them, but they were intended to be sold ... and not with stab marks from some kid's toy sword.
Mommy was busy chatting with coworker and Daddy was out in the hallway with Kid in Stroller, doing who-knows-what. He sure wasn't keeping an eye on Sonny Jim.
I walked over, glared down at the kid and said, very quietly but with distinct harmonics of menace in my voice, "DON'T ... DO ... THAT."
Kid:
He slid over to Mommy and stayed there, peering out at me every so often, I guess to see whether The Monster with the Apron was going to bare her fangs again.
I went over to a Team Lead AND our District Manager, who was visiting for the day (heaven help me) and told them what had just happened, just in case there were any, um, repercussions. But if Sonny Jim complained to Mommy or Daddy, we never heard about it.
Alas, I was not told that I had ruined Christmas for anybody. Must try harder.
Well, sorta.
At one point I looked over and YS, who had a toy sword and shield, was stabbing away at boxes sitting on a shelf under a table. They were intended to be handy-dandy quick-buy gifts for people looking for just that sort of thing. There was nothing breakable in them, but they were intended to be sold ... and not with stab marks from some kid's toy sword.
Mommy was busy chatting with coworker and Daddy was out in the hallway with Kid in Stroller, doing who-knows-what. He sure wasn't keeping an eye on Sonny Jim.
I walked over, glared down at the kid and said, very quietly but with distinct harmonics of menace in my voice, "DON'T ... DO ... THAT."
Kid:
He slid over to Mommy and stayed there, peering out at me every so often, I guess to see whether The Monster with the Apron was going to bare her fangs again.
I went over to a Team Lead AND our District Manager, who was visiting for the day (heaven help me) and told them what had just happened, just in case there were any, um, repercussions. But if Sonny Jim complained to Mommy or Daddy, we never heard about it.
Alas, I was not told that I had ruined Christmas for anybody. Must try harder.
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