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Feb 09, 2008 23:57

This is a story about Hooz's biological clock. As in, I have one.

Work today was pretty busy, as it usually is on a Saturday. At, like, four-ish, Sarah went to go smoke, so I was by myself in a fairly steady-busy store, which is fine.

There was this little boy, like, two or three, wandering around the store by himself crying. I didn't think much of it, just that probably his mom was in the store with his sister or something. So I tried calming him down, and he gave me the toy he'd been holding for me to put back up, and I start looking around for his mom. A customer comes over looking for something, and I go to find it, and he follows me, then starts hanging around the cashier area with me when I get back.

His sister comes up and sees him and I'm like "Go find your mom," getting kind of annoyed because where the fuck was his mother, etc. When she tried to get him to come with her, he starts crying again and clings to my leg.

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So his mom eventually comes in from outside the store, where she was waiting while her kids ran wild inside, and picked him up and carried him back outside to wait. I would've told her off if I wasn't so fucking busy, but.

People. Watch your fucking kids. I could have easily kidnapped him, or he could've gotten hurt somehow.

But. I've never had that happen before......... I want a baby ;_;

people are stupid, work, real life

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