I so apologize to anyone who has the unfortunate luck to serve my 5'0" mother who is a major SC. We went shopping to get me some paint and fake blood for my costume, she walked up to some poor girl wearing a red hoodie and went. "Excuse me! Where is your craft paint!" The girl ignored her and my mom rolled her eyes and went "Ugh, whatever!"
. Even after I yelled at her that the woman wasn't an employee she just shook her head at me. She's also even worse at flying, she'll demand to have the whole three seats to herself cause she wants to lay down and sleep.
Someone please give my mom an anti-sc shot...and remind me why I ever ask to go shopping with her?
. Even after I yelled at her that the woman wasn't an employee she just shook her head at me. She's also even worse at flying, she'll demand to have the whole three seats to herself cause she wants to lay down and sleep.Someone please give my mom an anti-sc shot...and remind me why I ever ask to go shopping with her?


She worked on and off at several types of jobs during my childhood, but the best, and her favourite, was working in the meat department at supermarkets in several places we lived.
We were finally let in soon after that, and I bent over backwards to be polite to the servers.
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