I spend my Saturdays working in a bookstore, a second job that keeps me in touch with my retail roots. Last Saturday, we had a particularly snotty kid in the store, the kind who believes the entire world is his toy. As his mom spent ages trying to pick out the perfect birthday card, her bored kid put his sticky hands all over the other card display and kept spinning it faster and faster, trying to see if he could get it into orbit. The mother repeatedly warned him that if he didn’t stop, he wouldn’t get ice cream. He didn’t stop. About ten minutes later, the kid’s father came into the store to take him away to the ice cream shop. As the mother paid for her card, she told me, “I’m sorry my son wouldn’t stop playing with your rack.”
That’s so funny, Birmingham’s mother said the same thing!
March 15, 2007 at 12:00 pm (Bringing home the bacon, Raunchy Thursdays)
3carnations said,
March 15, 2007 at 2:37 pm
Did you tell her that’s harassment and you wouldn’t put up with it anymore?
-R- said,
March 15, 2007 at 2:59 pm
Sounds like my nephew and his parents. He spit red juice all over me on purpose, and his punishment was receiving candy. Or he wasn’t allowed to eat a donut, so he licked one, and then his mom let him eat it. It is so frustrating.
Heh. Parenting other people’s kids is so easy!
Hope V said,
March 15, 2007 at 3:04 pm
I hate when kids play with my rack. : )
That’s funny. Did she realize how it sounded after she said it?
On a different note, I can’t stand kids getting rewarded for being brats.
pagalina said,
March 15, 2007 at 5:51 pm
nice rack!
Noelle said,
March 16, 2007 at 2:58 pm
3carnations – If she comes in again this weekend, I’ll let her know.
-r- Birmingham’s got a niece and nephew who are grown in the same vein. We all like to talk about how we’d raise them so much better.
hope – seriously! I think the mother was too flustered to recognize her little slip.
pagalina – Thanks!
lizgwiz said,
March 16, 2007 at 2:58 pm
Bwaa! That is too funny. I love it when people say things without thinking, that I can then turn into something dirty. Hee. I had a friend send out an email party invite last summer, and she wanted everyone to know they were welcome to use her pool, so at the bottom of the invitation it said “swimsuit optional.” She couldn’t understand why we all kept making jokes about skinny-dipping.
rdl said,
March 16, 2007 at 8:21 pm
how’s yr. tongue feel?