I wish to Pit the entire world, for going to hell in a handbasket, and specifically this woman, who is contributing to the problem by apparently not teaching her son any morals whatsoever.
Scene: Walgreens, Saturday evening, me leaning on the counter at Register One, watching a six-year-old boy over at the candy display. “Mom, I need money! Mom, I need money!” He addresses his remarks to her over by Photo. She ignores him. He puts a Kit-Kat bar in his pocket, turns around, sees me watching him. His little face almost comically goes, “OOPS!” and he hastily puts the Kit-Kat bar back. I holler for the manager. She comes up, we all meet at Register One, the kid, the mom, the woman who came in with them.
“He put a Kit-Kat bar in his pocket, and when he saw that I saw him, he put it back,” I report to the manager.
We all look at the kid. He hangs his head.
The manager says, “You know, I’m supposed to call the cops, but since you put it back, I won’t.”
He hears the word “cops” and starts to puddle up. He looks over at his mom. We all look over at his mom, waiting for a response.
She says: “Can someone help me in Photo?”
I want to pause here and make sure y’all got that. Her response to the information that her son had just stolen a candy bar was, “Well, they’re not going to call the cops, so it doesn’t affect me, so I can go on with my business.”
Uh huh.
The kid, seeing that punishment is not forthcoming, immediately un-puddles. They go about their business. Later, as I’m ringing them all up, the woman who came in with them buys, among other things, a Kit-Kat bar. Which she promptly hands to him.
Now, what important lessons did he learn tonight?
- You can steal candy and nothing bad will happen.
- If you express your distress at not having something by stealing it, somebody will give it to you.
Good lessons for a young man to learn.
And someday I suppose his mom will be insisting, “My son’s a good boy”, in the face of all law enforcement evidence to the contrary.
In other news, tonight a skanky-lookin’ man came up, asked me where the hair clippers were, I directed his attention to the appropriate aisle, and two minutes later he ran out the door with his hair clippers, setting off the beeper.
So I assume that somewhere in his past, there was a mom whose response to the information that her small son had just stolen something was, “Can someone help me in Photo?”