I feel we should have a monthly award for the most idiotic parent. Why? Because we all have so many stories about the stupid things idiot parents do, I feel we should give special recognition to that mom or dad who goes above and beyond the call. It's like being the employee of the month, if we lived in a society that rewards stupidity and general jerkiness.
Here is my nominee for October:
Sunday afternoon are always crazy busy in the yogurt shop, and yesterday was no exception. A little girl, around 6 years old, came up to the counter. I quickly realized that she was alone, which is unusual; I've waited on kids her age before, but they were always accompanied by a parent or older kid.
Anyway, I try to take her order but it's hard to hear; in addition to the store being noisy and crowded, she is barely tall enough to see over the counter, which has another foot and a half of topping bar glass blocking her kid-sized voice. Plus the glass is too wide at the top for me to lean over. Did she want a mango-coconut yogurt or a mango yogurt with coconut topping? Luckily the next customer stepped in and repeated the order for me.
I made 2 yogurts and brought them over to the POS. The kid hands me a twenty and I had her several bills and a fistful of change...that is, an adult-sized fist of change. She is having trouble hanging onto the money, so I figured I'd take the yogurts to her table for her. I asked her where she was sitting and she told me her dad was standing at the front door. I walked over to the guy and handed him the yogurt, and he said "this was an independence test."
Gee, thanks for clearing that up! I really needed to hear that instead of a "thank you," because now I can nominate you for the prestigious award I just made up! And thank you for choosing a really busy afternoon to stage your little test, although I'm unclear as to how much independence a child her age really needs. Are you planning a big vacation and are trying to decide whether you can leave her alone in a hotel room while you and wifey get drunk by the pool? If so, I'm happy to say she passed with flying colors! Have a great trip!
So my nominee is Mr. Independence Test. Can anyone top that?
Here is my nominee for October:
Sunday afternoon are always crazy busy in the yogurt shop, and yesterday was no exception. A little girl, around 6 years old, came up to the counter. I quickly realized that she was alone, which is unusual; I've waited on kids her age before, but they were always accompanied by a parent or older kid.
Anyway, I try to take her order but it's hard to hear; in addition to the store being noisy and crowded, she is barely tall enough to see over the counter, which has another foot and a half of topping bar glass blocking her kid-sized voice. Plus the glass is too wide at the top for me to lean over. Did she want a mango-coconut yogurt or a mango yogurt with coconut topping? Luckily the next customer stepped in and repeated the order for me.
I made 2 yogurts and brought them over to the POS. The kid hands me a twenty and I had her several bills and a fistful of change...that is, an adult-sized fist of change. She is having trouble hanging onto the money, so I figured I'd take the yogurts to her table for her. I asked her where she was sitting and she told me her dad was standing at the front door. I walked over to the guy and handed him the yogurt, and he said "this was an independence test."
Gee, thanks for clearing that up! I really needed to hear that instead of a "thank you," because now I can nominate you for the prestigious award I just made up! And thank you for choosing a really busy afternoon to stage your little test, although I'm unclear as to how much independence a child her age really needs. Are you planning a big vacation and are trying to decide whether you can leave her alone in a hotel room while you and wifey get drunk by the pool? If so, I'm happy to say she passed with flying colors! Have a great trip!
So my nominee is Mr. Independence Test. Can anyone top that?

Her mother orders, though, because the kid can't talk clearly enough. One time she hung out by the cash asking for "Oil! Oil!" (which sounded like "oyo" -- we were like "oreo? What?") and her mother realized after a minute that she wanted to make sure she got some of the vinaigrette dipping sauce that comes with the dumplings.


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