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I had just finished cleaning and wiping down my counter at the register in work, when a woman with a 4-5 year old child picked the kid up and dumped her sitting on the counter. Now the counter space itself isn't all that large to start with so I have limited space to pack etc. as it is. Apart from that consideration however was the fact that some kid's arse was now sat where I had just cleaned and where other people will have their groceries.
Not wanting to object with "Please get your child's arse off my counter." I said "Ah I've just cleaned there so it is going to be wet."
"Oh don't worry, it wont bother her, she's just been playing on a slide and that was all wet and dirty anyway."
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... So your Child's arse with grotty pants is sitting on my counter, after I just cleaned it. I decided to try another tack, "Well the cleaning spray may have bleach or something in it..."
"Ooh. would you use something like that to clean here if people are going to touch it?" Like she is suddenly worried about the health and safety aspect of me cleaning, not about her kid's grotty arse on my counter.
"Surface cleaning spray," I said picking it up, "Usually dries pretty fast but this is still a bit wet."
At this point the generic clucking old woman comes over and starts making a fuss of the little darling thing rocking back and fore on the counter while I return to scanning the groceries in dismay. Once they'd paid for the groceries and lifted the kid down, I immediately resprayed the counter top and wiped it again, letting the action speak for me; before anyone put their fruit, veg, bread or anything else where some kid's grotty arse had been for the last few minutes.
-_- Despair.
Not wanting to object with "Please get your child's arse off my counter." I said "Ah I've just cleaned there so it is going to be wet."
"Oh don't worry, it wont bother her, she's just been playing on a slide and that was all wet and dirty anyway."
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... So your Child's arse with grotty pants is sitting on my counter, after I just cleaned it. I decided to try another tack, "Well the cleaning spray may have bleach or something in it..."
"Ooh. would you use something like that to clean here if people are going to touch it?" Like she is suddenly worried about the health and safety aspect of me cleaning, not about her kid's grotty arse on my counter.
"Surface cleaning spray," I said picking it up, "Usually dries pretty fast but this is still a bit wet."
At this point the generic clucking old woman comes over and starts making a fuss of the little darling thing rocking back and fore on the counter while I return to scanning the groceries in dismay. Once they'd paid for the groceries and lifted the kid down, I immediately resprayed the counter top and wiped it again, letting the action speak for me; before anyone put their fruit, veg, bread or anything else where some kid's grotty arse had been for the last few minutes.
-_- Despair.