Tell Them I Hate Them
Story time! Gather 'round, children. Barely a story, more like "typing out frustrations".
Are any of you familliar with whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com ? I almost want to write them a letter.
Continuing on; a couple with a young daughter come in. Here's the visual, the dad has what can only be explained as the Monster Of All Mullets, is dawning a wife beater and jeans, and has a very repulsive mole on his nose. I'm talkin' a witch-on-a-cartoon kind of mole. The wife is on the fat-and-ugly side as well, wearing an old t-shirt and sweat pants. Daughter couldn't be older than two, and is actually quite cute. Just because I like charts, graphs and having some order, I'll try to divide things they did to anger me into bullet points.
1-They start complaining about our selection right away.
You might recall that I was relishing in the fact that we don't have CDs anymore a few months ago. We actuially do still carry kind of like best sellers and greatest hits, around 300 titles. One day I'll count. But the dad starts making a fuss about how we don't carry any "John Cougar", and how all the new stuff stucks. He settles on Ozzy. Fantastic tastes *eye-roll*
2- The Wife is one of those mothers.
Her daughter was not in the stroller and running free range. Instead of keeping an eye on her, the mom would just start yelling when ever the girl ran away. So, I had to put up a lot of pointless yelling and "why do you do these things?!?! Little fucker!", first off lady (and I use that term loosely), she's running around because she's two. Get use to it. Mother procedes to annoy by complaining about our prices.
3-I want to hit the Mom
So the Mom decides "hey, I've got to make this child stop moving", and she says "That's it! I'm not putting up with you anymore!" and places daughter in stroller. This doesn't bother me until the daughter says she has to go to the bathroom, and Mom says, and I quote "I'm not taking you to the bathroom, you're being punished!". Are you kidding me? You're not going to take her to the bathroom as a punishment? That seems like some form of neglect as it is, and I don't see you sticking around if she wets herself, and I'm left to clean it. Luckily, this does not happen.
4-Want to punch the mom, part II (Daughter spills beverage)
The daughter spills her drink. She has been carrying around a cup from Tim Hortons all the while at the store, and I figured it was empty. Both the girl and our get drenched., and I go out from behind my counter to help them clean. You can imagine how thrilled I am to discover that this imbiciles gave their daughter a full cup of coffee. Seriously? You gave your two year old coffee? I didn't start drinking coffee until I was like 15, and anything earlier than that just seems irresponible. I hate people.
5-There was definitely more
It's been like an hour since they've been in, so I'm less mad now, but I know there was more just little annoying things, such putting CDs back in the wrong spot and more complaining. Oh, just remembered, they left me a lovely trail of garbage to clean up. I'm chilling on some sweet Elvis Costello and Regina Spektor now. I'm sure my bullet points have little relevance to anyone's interest, it was actually more frustrating than I can convey in script. I just kind of felt like typing to burn some time. Only 2 hours and 15 minutes to go!
Are any of you familliar with whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com ? I almost want to write them a letter.
Continuing on; a couple with a young daughter come in. Here's the visual, the dad has what can only be explained as the Monster Of All Mullets, is dawning a wife beater and jeans, and has a very repulsive mole on his nose. I'm talkin' a witch-on-a-cartoon kind of mole. The wife is on the fat-and-ugly side as well, wearing an old t-shirt and sweat pants. Daughter couldn't be older than two, and is actually quite cute. Just because I like charts, graphs and having some order, I'll try to divide things they did to anger me into bullet points.
1-They start complaining about our selection right away.
You might recall that I was relishing in the fact that we don't have CDs anymore a few months ago. We actuially do still carry kind of like best sellers and greatest hits, around 300 titles. One day I'll count. But the dad starts making a fuss about how we don't carry any "John Cougar", and how all the new stuff stucks. He settles on Ozzy. Fantastic tastes *eye-roll*
2- The Wife is one of those mothers.
Her daughter was not in the stroller and running free range. Instead of keeping an eye on her, the mom would just start yelling when ever the girl ran away. So, I had to put up a lot of pointless yelling and "why do you do these things?!?! Little fucker!", first off lady (and I use that term loosely), she's running around because she's two. Get use to it. Mother procedes to annoy by complaining about our prices.
3-I want to hit the Mom
So the Mom decides "hey, I've got to make this child stop moving", and she says "That's it! I'm not putting up with you anymore!" and places daughter in stroller. This doesn't bother me until the daughter says she has to go to the bathroom, and Mom says, and I quote "I'm not taking you to the bathroom, you're being punished!". Are you kidding me? You're not going to take her to the bathroom as a punishment? That seems like some form of neglect as it is, and I don't see you sticking around if she wets herself, and I'm left to clean it. Luckily, this does not happen.
4-Want to punch the mom, part II (Daughter spills beverage)
The daughter spills her drink. She has been carrying around a cup from Tim Hortons all the while at the store, and I figured it was empty. Both the girl and our get drenched., and I go out from behind my counter to help them clean. You can imagine how thrilled I am to discover that this imbiciles gave their daughter a full cup of coffee. Seriously? You gave your two year old coffee? I didn't start drinking coffee until I was like 15, and anything earlier than that just seems irresponible. I hate people.
5-There was definitely more
It's been like an hour since they've been in, so I'm less mad now, but I know there was more just little annoying things, such putting CDs back in the wrong spot and more complaining. Oh, just remembered, they left me a lovely trail of garbage to clean up. I'm chilling on some sweet Elvis Costello and Regina Spektor now. I'm sure my bullet points have little relevance to anyone's interest, it was actually more frustrating than I can convey in script. I just kind of felt like typing to burn some time. Only 2 hours and 15 minutes to go!