Matrix Refugee, 2; Bratty Kid, 0
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matrixrefugeeHysterical work story...
This woman comes through the register with two boys, a sleeping two year old and a seven-or-eight year old who's giving her grief about something; apparantly, the kid had bratted his way through the store.
Kid: "I want my Rice Krispy Treats!"
Kid's Mom: "You don't deserve a reward after you've been so naughty."
The kid's mom at this point puts the box of Rice Krispy Treats on the conveyor belt, the cashier rings it through, the box slides down the secondary belt towards me and I put it in a bag with some boxed pasta shells. Then the kid starts to reach toward me and grab the bag from me, "I'll take these!"
Instead, I close the bag, clamp down on it, look the kid in the eye and say in as emphatic a voice as I can make, "No."
"I want it!" the kid whines.
To that I reply, "Well, there's things in life that I want, but I can't have them either, but you won't hear me whine about it because no one likes to listen to whining." Whereupon, I tied the bag shut and made a move to put it in the shopping cart, but I paused and reconsidered. I set the bag on the end of the register and commence to tie all the bags shut (They were plastic bags). The kid's mom realizes what I'm doing and she starts helping me tie the bags shut. Says I, "I'm just camouflaguing the bag." Says the kid's mom, "Yeah, so he won't know which one it's in." Says I, "Heh, my mom does day care, so I learned that with some kids it's like a chess match: You have to think three moves ahead or they'll pull one on you." Says the kid's mom, "Bet that comes in handy working here!" Meanwhile, the mom's smiling like she's relieved to have someone backing her up, and the kid is having the sulking fit to end all sulking fits. Too bad!
This woman comes through the register with two boys, a sleeping two year old and a seven-or-eight year old who's giving her grief about something; apparantly, the kid had bratted his way through the store.
Kid: "I want my Rice Krispy Treats!"
Kid's Mom: "You don't deserve a reward after you've been so naughty."
The kid's mom at this point puts the box of Rice Krispy Treats on the conveyor belt, the cashier rings it through, the box slides down the secondary belt towards me and I put it in a bag with some boxed pasta shells. Then the kid starts to reach toward me and grab the bag from me, "I'll take these!"
Instead, I close the bag, clamp down on it, look the kid in the eye and say in as emphatic a voice as I can make, "No."
"I want it!" the kid whines.
To that I reply, "Well, there's things in life that I want, but I can't have them either, but you won't hear me whine about it because no one likes to listen to whining." Whereupon, I tied the bag shut and made a move to put it in the shopping cart, but I paused and reconsidered. I set the bag on the end of the register and commence to tie all the bags shut (They were plastic bags). The kid's mom realizes what I'm doing and she starts helping me tie the bags shut. Says I, "I'm just camouflaguing the bag." Says the kid's mom, "Yeah, so he won't know which one it's in." Says I, "Heh, my mom does day care, so I learned that with some kids it's like a chess match: You have to think three moves ahead or they'll pull one on you." Says the kid's mom, "Bet that comes in handy working here!" Meanwhile, the mom's smiling like she's relieved to have someone backing her up, and the kid is having the sulking fit to end all sulking fits. Too bad!
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Date: 2006-05-05 05:34 pm (UTC)~Weaver