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Sorry, but this isn't a Lorraine story, :( Although I am working tomorrow, so who knows. Maybe I'll see her. If I'm lucky. Or not.
This, however, is about the most demonic, evil, hellspawnish child I have ever seen, and a child who should be banned from EVERY grocery store.
So I'm standing at my register, and I see this woman walking around the produce area, calling her son. "Owen, Owen, where are you?"
He calls back from the second aisle that he's just looking at something, and she tells him she'll be checking out and that he should come to the front. He goes totally quiet in the aisle, and as I'm ringing her in, I hear this loud, horrible crash. Obviously, since her son is about 5, this is a bad sign.
We rush over to the aisle, and swear to GOD, there's her so standing in a huge puddle of broken glass and what looks like blood. His mom starts screaming that her baby is hurt, when I realise what's going on.
This bloody little monster is pulling JARS OF BEETS down from the shelf and smashing them, one by one. He's not missing a beat either, just pulling them down and smashing them. There's glass everywhere and beet juice all over. I tell his mom what's going on, and she suddenly decides to be RATIONAL. "Owen! Honey, that's no way to behave! Stop that and we can go to Dairy Queen."
He looks up at us, for the first time, and instead of stopping, he laughs like a demon, SMILES at us, and continues to pull them off the shelf and smash them, now maintaining eye contact with me. His mom is still trying to reason with him, and he's not at all fazed, in fact, he's enjoying it more.
I should mention that this is the strangest thing I've seen, EVER, and I'm pretty much frozen to the spot. The only other employees are behind the meat counter, and they can't hear what's going on. I run up front and page the manager, who comes running from the office.
When the boss gets there, the kid is still doing it, and now he's howling with laughter. His mother, being a moron, is still standing there, assuming that if she asks him nicely enough he'll stop. By now he's probably destroyed close to $50 worth of beets, and he's not even slowing down. Now our boss is yelling and screaming at the mother to control her son, and she says, and I QUOTE:
"Don't get mad at him, he's just a child with a lot of emotions to get out! He's expressing himself! Leave him alone! I thought children were allowed to be children!"
WTF, lady.
WTF.
This, however, is about the most demonic, evil, hellspawnish child I have ever seen, and a child who should be banned from EVERY grocery store.
So I'm standing at my register, and I see this woman walking around the produce area, calling her son. "Owen, Owen, where are you?"
He calls back from the second aisle that he's just looking at something, and she tells him she'll be checking out and that he should come to the front. He goes totally quiet in the aisle, and as I'm ringing her in, I hear this loud, horrible crash. Obviously, since her son is about 5, this is a bad sign.
We rush over to the aisle, and swear to GOD, there's her so standing in a huge puddle of broken glass and what looks like blood. His mom starts screaming that her baby is hurt, when I realise what's going on.
This bloody little monster is pulling JARS OF BEETS down from the shelf and smashing them, one by one. He's not missing a beat either, just pulling them down and smashing them. There's glass everywhere and beet juice all over. I tell his mom what's going on, and she suddenly decides to be RATIONAL. "Owen! Honey, that's no way to behave! Stop that and we can go to Dairy Queen."
He looks up at us, for the first time, and instead of stopping, he laughs like a demon, SMILES at us, and continues to pull them off the shelf and smash them, now maintaining eye contact with me. His mom is still trying to reason with him, and he's not at all fazed, in fact, he's enjoying it more.
I should mention that this is the strangest thing I've seen, EVER, and I'm pretty much frozen to the spot. The only other employees are behind the meat counter, and they can't hear what's going on. I run up front and page the manager, who comes running from the office.
When the boss gets there, the kid is still doing it, and now he's howling with laughter. His mother, being a moron, is still standing there, assuming that if she asks him nicely enough he'll stop. By now he's probably destroyed close to $50 worth of beets, and he's not even slowing down. Now our boss is yelling and screaming at the mother to control her son, and she says, and I QUOTE:
"Don't get mad at him, he's just a child with a lot of emotions to get out! He's expressing himself! Leave him alone! I thought children were allowed to be children!"
WTF, lady.
WTF.