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I swear, it's the sickest form of irony. It seems the people who hate children the most, sucky parents and their little brats always seem to be closet to them.
So last evening, my date and I had some time to spare before the movie we were going to see would start, and he said that he likes to shop at Kohls, so I figured we'd stop there. I don't shop there a lot, but every once in a while they have some pretty good deals and cute clothes.
He found what he wanted, and I was eyeing up some Levi's jeans, I decided I should probably try them on because I wasn't sure what size I wear in Levi's (I'd never seen a pair for under $40 before), so I went into the fitting room with a few pairs.
All of a sudden I can hear from back before the doors to the fitting rooms "Stay here with me, Johnny" (or whatever the little shit's name was) and a little kid scream "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANT MOMMMMMMMMMYYYY!"
And I hear little footprints come stomping running into the fitting rooms, and I heard a giant thud. Turns out, the little shit had dove under a fitting room door to find his mom. Fortunately, he got the right one.
I hear "GOD DAMMIT Johnny! That could have been STRANGER DANGER!"
(Are you shitting me? People still say that?)
"MOOOOMMMMMY I WANT TO GOOO NOW!"
"Johnny, you NEVER go under fitting room doors!"
"MOMMMMY I WANT TO GO HOOOOME!"
"Mommy is trying on a few things. Just wait a second!"
"FINE! I WILL GO WAIT WITH DADDDDYYYYY!" and since they were in the room across from me, I see the kid start to dive under the door again.
The mom actually started grabbing him by the legs and trying to pull him back under the door.
That's when the kid just started wailing. I'm amazed a mirror didn't crack.
I see the kid's hands trying to dig into the carpet and pull forward, while mom is pulling on his legs. It was almost dramatic, movie-style like, with the kid digging his hands furiously into the carpet and the mom started grunting like a constipated fool trying to pull him back into the fitting room. As much of a brat as the kid was being, I think she should have just let him run back to his dad.
"MOOOOMMMY LET ME GOOOOOO!"
"Get back in here! You're not going to go running around the store!"
That's when I was just glad that I had only tried on two pairs and they both fit, so I just picked the wash style that I liked best and booked it out of there, the kid was still laying on the floor trying to get away from his mom's vicegrip on his legs.
I walked out of the fitting room and made a face and said "Fucking people with kids!" and that's when I noticed that there was a guy standing nearby my date, with a really embarrassed look on his face.
So I did feel kind of bad. But wow. If I ever lose my hearing, I guarantee it won't be because of the machines I work on at work. It will be because of screaming kids!
So last evening, my date and I had some time to spare before the movie we were going to see would start, and he said that he likes to shop at Kohls, so I figured we'd stop there. I don't shop there a lot, but every once in a while they have some pretty good deals and cute clothes.
He found what he wanted, and I was eyeing up some Levi's jeans, I decided I should probably try them on because I wasn't sure what size I wear in Levi's (I'd never seen a pair for under $40 before), so I went into the fitting room with a few pairs.
All of a sudden I can hear from back before the doors to the fitting rooms "Stay here with me, Johnny" (or whatever the little shit's name was) and a little kid scream "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANT MOMMMMMMMMMYYYY!"
And I hear little footprints come stomping running into the fitting rooms, and I heard a giant thud. Turns out, the little shit had dove under a fitting room door to find his mom. Fortunately, he got the right one.
I hear "GOD DAMMIT Johnny! That could have been STRANGER DANGER!"
(Are you shitting me? People still say that?)
"MOOOOMMMMMY I WANT TO GOOO NOW!"
"Johnny, you NEVER go under fitting room doors!"
"MOMMMMY I WANT TO GO HOOOOME!"
"Mommy is trying on a few things. Just wait a second!"
"FINE! I WILL GO WAIT WITH DADDDDYYYYY!" and since they were in the room across from me, I see the kid start to dive under the door again.
The mom actually started grabbing him by the legs and trying to pull him back under the door.
That's when the kid just started wailing. I'm amazed a mirror didn't crack.
I see the kid's hands trying to dig into the carpet and pull forward, while mom is pulling on his legs. It was almost dramatic, movie-style like, with the kid digging his hands furiously into the carpet and the mom started grunting like a constipated fool trying to pull him back into the fitting room. As much of a brat as the kid was being, I think she should have just let him run back to his dad.
"MOOOOMMMY LET ME GOOOOOO!"
"Get back in here! You're not going to go running around the store!"
That's when I was just glad that I had only tried on two pairs and they both fit, so I just picked the wash style that I liked best and booked it out of there, the kid was still laying on the floor trying to get away from his mom's vicegrip on his legs.
I walked out of the fitting room and made a face and said "Fucking people with kids!" and that's when I noticed that there was a guy standing nearby my date, with a really embarrassed look on his face.
So I did feel kind of bad. But wow. If I ever lose my hearing, I guarantee it won't be because of the machines I work on at work. It will be because of screaming kids!
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