The Idiot Meter Episode 3
What the hell kinda world is it where brats have such control over their parents that no matter what the parent says, the brat just ignores him/her completely, leaving said parent floundering in a sea of confusion and indecision?
I was at the mall today working when a man came in with two young kids (about ages 5 and 3). They were already causing a bit of commotion by running through the store being quite loud and blatantly ignoring Dad's admonishments. Well, the younger one (a boy) decided he didn't want to be in the store and just ran out into the mall forcing Dad to do the 100-yard dash to fetch the little nimrod and drag him howling back into the store. Well, meantime, older kid( a girl) found her way to a section of the store that interested her and she was nowhere near the front (where the cash registers and, consequently, I and another employee, were maintaining near-perfect stoicism during this ruckus). Dad is continuing to drag little Junior by the arm as Jr.'s protests reach an almost-earsplitting volume*thankfully the store was near-empty at this time* and he notices Sister is not in the vicinity. He lets go of Howitzer and approaches me and says, "Can you go find my daughter and let her know we're ready to go? I can't seem to get [my son] to go with me".
So ordinarily a request to help locate someone in the store is not unheard of--its a big store. But << can't get your son to go with you??????>> He's f**king THREE YEARS OLD!! Are you his dad or his servant? However, I kept my thoughts to myself as I went to find the girl*who was a perfect angel, btw, no probs there* and made my way back to the front--where the Human Howitzer was STILL lolling on the floor blubbering. He looked up as I approached and he quite assuredly saw the look in my eye while I passed him and entered the sales area to complete their transaction. Well, I guess by then Dad finally had enough so he marched over the Junior and picked him up and told him to STOP CRYING already, then all three mercifully left the store. I suppose I should give Dad a point for FINALLY doing soemthing, but then a Minus One for being simply a PUTZ.
The End.
Tune in Next Time...
I was at the mall today working when a man came in with two young kids (about ages 5 and 3). They were already causing a bit of commotion by running through the store being quite loud and blatantly ignoring Dad's admonishments. Well, the younger one (a boy) decided he didn't want to be in the store and just ran out into the mall forcing Dad to do the 100-yard dash to fetch the little nimrod and drag him howling back into the store. Well, meantime, older kid( a girl) found her way to a section of the store that interested her and she was nowhere near the front (where the cash registers and, consequently, I and another employee, were maintaining near-perfect stoicism during this ruckus). Dad is continuing to drag little Junior by the arm as Jr.'s protests reach an almost-earsplitting volume*thankfully the store was near-empty at this time* and he notices Sister is not in the vicinity. He lets go of Howitzer and approaches me and says, "Can you go find my daughter and let her know we're ready to go? I can't seem to get [my son] to go with me".
So ordinarily a request to help locate someone in the store is not unheard of--its a big store. But << can't get your son to go with you??????>> He's f**king THREE YEARS OLD!! Are you his dad or his servant? However, I kept my thoughts to myself as I went to find the girl*who was a perfect angel, btw, no probs there* and made my way back to the front--where the Human Howitzer was STILL lolling on the floor blubbering. He looked up as I approached and he quite assuredly saw the look in my eye while I passed him and entered the sales area to complete their transaction. Well, I guess by then Dad finally had enough so he marched over the Junior and picked him up and told him to STOP CRYING already, then all three mercifully left the store. I suppose I should give Dad a point for FINALLY doing soemthing, but then a Minus One for being simply a PUTZ.
The End.
Tune in Next Time...