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Okay, I'm not sure if this "parenting" fail falls under "lazy as fuck" "stupid as fuck" or "selfish and entitled as fuck" but here's what happened.
I work in retail (a bookstore). The phone rings and I pick it up. It's a child. Immediately I cringe, because this isn't going to end well. It never does.
I can hear Parent in the background (and rest assured, I'm using the term "Parent" as loosely as I can without spelling it B-R-E-E-D-E-R) coaching the child "now ask this" "now ask that". I feel like screaming. YOU ARE MAKING THIS CALL TAKE TEN TIMES AS LONG AS IT NEEDS TO TAKE. THERE ARE PEOPLE WAITING.
Jesus tapdancing fancy-pantsed Christ, if you need to call my store for a product inquiry, by all means, call us! That's why we have a phone! But if you need to call my store because your child needs practice using the phone, stop. Pull your head out of your fucking asshole. Call Grandma instead. Grandma loves your kid and has time to put up with your shit. I don't (on either count).
Here's the kicker. After about three years of hemming, hawing, and prompting, it transpires that:
* Child wants to know if we have Product X.
* Off the top of my head, I'm fairly certain we do. In fact, I can see it from the counter. I say as much.
* Problem is, Product X has a name that's very similar to another product, Product Y... and they're two VERY different things (they just have really similar names, confusingly).
So because Child doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about, and because "Parent" is too fucking lazy/stupid/selfish to get off his ass and make the call himself , what we end up with is "Parent" and Child in the store an hour later, getting pissy with my coworker because actually, while we have plenty of Product X just like I said, what Child ACTUALLY wants is Product Y... and we've sold out in the color Child wants.
Which you would know, if you'd asked for the right fucking thing on the phone. Which you would have been able to do, if you hadn't put your phone-illiterate kid on the phone instead of doing it yourself.
TL;DR Asshole "parent" is too lazy/stupid/selfish and entitled to make the call to the store himself. Makes his kid do it. Kids fucks up the call. They come in and find out that even though the staff gave the best information they could, being asked the wrong question in the first place means it's a wasted trip because actually we don't have what they want.
I work in retail (a bookstore). The phone rings and I pick it up. It's a child. Immediately I cringe, because this isn't going to end well. It never does.
I can hear Parent in the background (and rest assured, I'm using the term "Parent" as loosely as I can without spelling it B-R-E-E-D-E-R) coaching the child "now ask this" "now ask that". I feel like screaming. YOU ARE MAKING THIS CALL TAKE TEN TIMES AS LONG AS IT NEEDS TO TAKE. THERE ARE PEOPLE WAITING.
Jesus tapdancing fancy-pantsed Christ, if you need to call my store for a product inquiry, by all means, call us! That's why we have a phone! But if you need to call my store because your child needs practice using the phone, stop. Pull your head out of your fucking asshole. Call Grandma instead. Grandma loves your kid and has time to put up with your shit. I don't (on either count).
Here's the kicker. After about three years of hemming, hawing, and prompting, it transpires that:
* Child wants to know if we have Product X.
* Off the top of my head, I'm fairly certain we do. In fact, I can see it from the counter. I say as much.
* Problem is, Product X has a name that's very similar to another product, Product Y... and they're two VERY different things (they just have really similar names, confusingly).
So because Child doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about, and because "Parent" is too fucking lazy/stupid/selfish to get off his ass and make the call himself , what we end up with is "Parent" and Child in the store an hour later, getting pissy with my coworker because actually, while we have plenty of Product X just like I said, what Child ACTUALLY wants is Product Y... and we've sold out in the color Child wants.
Which you would know, if you'd asked for the right fucking thing on the phone. Which you would have been able to do, if you hadn't put your phone-illiterate kid on the phone instead of doing it yourself.
TL;DR Asshole "parent" is too lazy/stupid/selfish and entitled to make the call to the store himself. Makes his kid do it. Kids fucks up the call. They come in and find out that even though the staff gave the best information they could, being asked the wrong question in the first place means it's a wasted trip because actually we don't have what they want.
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