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Mom of the Year
It was about 7am and I was hanging signs near the furniture section. Out furniture section has those display stages that sit about 6” off the ground. I look over and see this woman sitting on the stage on one of the display chairs (despite the fact that my store has benches stationed in several places) texting away while her 2 year old son jumped and bounced on another chair. The chair in question was about 18” from leg tip to padded seat and the chair was right at the edge so the boy was actually 2 feet off the ground when he wasn’t jumping; add in the jumps and who knows how big a fall it could be. I was contemplating calling security (I don’t have an employee phone or a list of phone numbers so I would have had to use the store phone to call my boss and have him call his boss so his boss could call security and have them come all the way from the front of the store to the back of the store to tell this woman and her kid to not sit on the displays; I’d hate to do all that only to have to restart the phone chain to tell everyone that she left) when I heard a wail. The kid had fallen off the chair onto the floor and mommy dearest was still focused on her Facebook status or whatever. Finally, she gave an exaggerated sigh and picked her son up off the floor to scold him for “not letting mommy relax for even a few minutes.” I walked over and asked if he was ok.
MOTY: HE’S FINE!! HE’S JUST A CRYBABY LITTLE WHINER WHO DOES SHIT FOR ATTENTION TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I’M A BAAAAADDD MOMMY FOR WANTING TWO DAMN MINUTES OF RELAXATION!!!!
She then put her screaming child in the cart and walked away, still complaining to him about how he’s such an actor. Mommy can’t relax. Yada yada yada. Lady, he just fell over 2 feet! I don’t think he’s acting; I think he’s really scared and hurt!
Mom of the Year Night Addition
It was a little past 12:30am and I heard a piecing shriek; just one quick burst as opposed to a long Horror movie style scream. In a nearly silent store, that sound made people jump; it was startling. I heard it several more times until I found the source of it. It was a toddler. His mommy decided that midnight was the perfect time to bring her kid shopping and brought nothing for him to play with/teeth on. The shrieks were his entertainment.
Frazzled Customer: Can you please make him stop? That sound is ear shattering!
MOTY: *siiiiiiigggghhhhsss* How? *irritated*
FC: Parent him. Entertain him. Talk to him. Do something because it’s not fair to make everyone else in the store listen to that.
Mother of the Year stared at FC for a moment before plucking an item off the nearest display (it happened to be a cardboard and plastic package of flavored baking oils) and gave it to her son who began teething and drooling on it. FC stared in shocked silence as MOTY smirked and sauntered off. The trick didn’t last long and he started up his shrieking about 20 minutes later.
It was about 7am and I was hanging signs near the furniture section. Out furniture section has those display stages that sit about 6” off the ground. I look over and see this woman sitting on the stage on one of the display chairs (despite the fact that my store has benches stationed in several places) texting away while her 2 year old son jumped and bounced on another chair. The chair in question was about 18” from leg tip to padded seat and the chair was right at the edge so the boy was actually 2 feet off the ground when he wasn’t jumping; add in the jumps and who knows how big a fall it could be. I was contemplating calling security (I don’t have an employee phone or a list of phone numbers so I would have had to use the store phone to call my boss and have him call his boss so his boss could call security and have them come all the way from the front of the store to the back of the store to tell this woman and her kid to not sit on the displays; I’d hate to do all that only to have to restart the phone chain to tell everyone that she left) when I heard a wail. The kid had fallen off the chair onto the floor and mommy dearest was still focused on her Facebook status or whatever. Finally, she gave an exaggerated sigh and picked her son up off the floor to scold him for “not letting mommy relax for even a few minutes.” I walked over and asked if he was ok.
MOTY: HE’S FINE!! HE’S JUST A CRYBABY LITTLE WHINER WHO DOES SHIT FOR ATTENTION TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I’M A BAAAAADDD MOMMY FOR WANTING TWO DAMN MINUTES OF RELAXATION!!!!
She then put her screaming child in the cart and walked away, still complaining to him about how he’s such an actor. Mommy can’t relax. Yada yada yada. Lady, he just fell over 2 feet! I don’t think he’s acting; I think he’s really scared and hurt!
Mom of the Year Night Addition
It was a little past 12:30am and I heard a piecing shriek; just one quick burst as opposed to a long Horror movie style scream. In a nearly silent store, that sound made people jump; it was startling. I heard it several more times until I found the source of it. It was a toddler. His mommy decided that midnight was the perfect time to bring her kid shopping and brought nothing for him to play with/teeth on. The shrieks were his entertainment.
Frazzled Customer: Can you please make him stop? That sound is ear shattering!
MOTY: *siiiiiiigggghhhhsss* How? *irritated*
FC: Parent him. Entertain him. Talk to him. Do something because it’s not fair to make everyone else in the store listen to that.
Mother of the Year stared at FC for a moment before plucking an item off the nearest display (it happened to be a cardboard and plastic package of flavored baking oils) and gave it to her son who began teething and drooling on it. FC stared in shocked silence as MOTY smirked and sauntered off. The trick didn’t last long and he started up his shrieking about 20 minutes later.
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