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My turn to go to the Inbred Carnival at the absolute worst time.
And it's a twofer!
Most of the time, I think 99% of kids are brats. And listening to them whine generally makes my ovaries want to burst.
But this kid had a genuine point. And his mother was a royal cunt. Yes, I said cunt.
I was perusing the face washes, and there was a woman whose cart was in the way. Here's this chick who has nearly every single product on the shelf in her cart, two or three in her hands at a time, hemming and hawwing. I'm a product junkie myself, but my budget isn't that great.
Her little boy (probably 6-8) was getting impatient. And I didn't blame him one bit.
"Mommy, can we go?" he asks.
"Mommy NEEDS to get this done before she goes to work!" she yells at him.
"I'm so tired, we've been here foreeever!" (lol) poor kid whines as he starts pacing up and down the aisle.
"LANDON! Next time you ask to get out of the cart, I'm saying no, if you're just going to wander around and whine like that!" (he couldn't fit in there with all that shit anyway!)
"LANDON! Knock it off! God, why do you have to do this every time we go out? I should have left you in the car! Why do you have to be such a brat?"
(Yeah, if you'd left him in the car without the engine running, at below zero outside, if anyone saw that...you'd be in trouble)
He wasn't really being that bratty. Poor little boy didn't want to be around his mom while she spent all damn afternoon being indecisive about facial products and picking everything off the shelves.
"Can I have some candy?" he asks. Personally, I think he deserved more than candy for having a mother like that.
"The LAST thing you need is candy! Just shut up and let Mommy finish so we can get you to Grandma's!"
(I hope Grandma gives him a whole bag of Pixie sticks before you pick him up later)
Seriously, I've been in that kid's shoes, but in a different way. Growing up, I had a mom who was in politics, so everyone in town knew her. And we could not even go for a loaf of bread without her having to talk to EVERYONE at the store. I am not exaggerating, a trip to the grocery store for milk could sometimes take an hour. And my dad was usually stuck in the car, waiting, getting impatient as well. And my mother acted similar to this woman, though without namecalling. She'd just threaten to spank us or ground us if we kept whining. And really, in cases like that, I'm with the kids. It's so boring! If you're not even going to get candy or a small toy for putting up with your mom forcing you to stay put for over an hour while you yack away like my mom or shop for facial care like this woman, you have every right to whine. Whine away.
Then....ugh. The store was at its busiest, all checkouts full. I always use the self checkouts. But today, my only option was to be behind some stupid young mother who didn't account for the fact that her baby's other carseat took up almost the entire cart, so she spent upwards of a half hour checking out, because she had put her groceries just all over random places in the cart where there was room. Some stuff was even on top of the baby. And she didn't know how to use the checkout properly, either. She kept needing assistance every 5 or so items.
And it's a twofer!
Most of the time, I think 99% of kids are brats. And listening to them whine generally makes my ovaries want to burst.
But this kid had a genuine point. And his mother was a royal cunt. Yes, I said cunt.
I was perusing the face washes, and there was a woman whose cart was in the way. Here's this chick who has nearly every single product on the shelf in her cart, two or three in her hands at a time, hemming and hawwing. I'm a product junkie myself, but my budget isn't that great.
Her little boy (probably 6-8) was getting impatient. And I didn't blame him one bit.
"Mommy, can we go?" he asks.
"Mommy NEEDS to get this done before she goes to work!" she yells at him.
"I'm so tired, we've been here foreeever!" (lol) poor kid whines as he starts pacing up and down the aisle.
"LANDON! Next time you ask to get out of the cart, I'm saying no, if you're just going to wander around and whine like that!" (he couldn't fit in there with all that shit anyway!)
"LANDON! Knock it off! God, why do you have to do this every time we go out? I should have left you in the car! Why do you have to be such a brat?"
(Yeah, if you'd left him in the car without the engine running, at below zero outside, if anyone saw that...you'd be in trouble)
He wasn't really being that bratty. Poor little boy didn't want to be around his mom while she spent all damn afternoon being indecisive about facial products and picking everything off the shelves.
"Can I have some candy?" he asks. Personally, I think he deserved more than candy for having a mother like that.
"The LAST thing you need is candy! Just shut up and let Mommy finish so we can get you to Grandma's!"
(I hope Grandma gives him a whole bag of Pixie sticks before you pick him up later)
Seriously, I've been in that kid's shoes, but in a different way. Growing up, I had a mom who was in politics, so everyone in town knew her. And we could not even go for a loaf of bread without her having to talk to EVERYONE at the store. I am not exaggerating, a trip to the grocery store for milk could sometimes take an hour. And my dad was usually stuck in the car, waiting, getting impatient as well. And my mother acted similar to this woman, though without namecalling. She'd just threaten to spank us or ground us if we kept whining. And really, in cases like that, I'm with the kids. It's so boring! If you're not even going to get candy or a small toy for putting up with your mom forcing you to stay put for over an hour while you yack away like my mom or shop for facial care like this woman, you have every right to whine. Whine away.
Then....ugh. The store was at its busiest, all checkouts full. I always use the self checkouts. But today, my only option was to be behind some stupid young mother who didn't account for the fact that her baby's other carseat took up almost the entire cart, so she spent upwards of a half hour checking out, because she had put her groceries just all over random places in the cart where there was room. Some stuff was even on top of the baby. And she didn't know how to use the checkout properly, either. She kept needing assistance every 5 or so items.
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