And that lunchbox?
An Albert Einstein lunchbox.
Or buy the lunchbox, in full view of the kid…and then take it home for yourself.
Screaming “I BUY LUNCHBOX!!” the whole way out the store…
…and I’m praying it was a Pittsburgh Steelers lunchbox…
As a store cashier, I know I’m going to encounter this scene at least once every shift. I ask the child to see the item, ask the parent if they are buying it. If not, I just put it under the counter.
I notice that most parents who have out of control kids are out of control themselves. They are too busy looking for their right credit card while gabbing on the cell phone to do anything about their little darlings.
And the ones that say “Don’t discipline my child.” Lady, if your child gets behind the cash register and starts pushing buttons, you bet your dumb ass I’m going to tell him to get out from there. And when you complained to the manager, what did he say. “Oh. So she was doing her job.” Better in my book was the father who, when I told his two daughters they could not be behind the register, said in a no-nonsense tone “You get out from behind there. Haven’t I told you not to do that.”
I have a system for dealing with loud crying children. I go up to them and look them straight in the face, and ask “Who is making all that noise. I know it’s not you because you’re too little to make all that noise.” Then I look at the parent and say “How do little people make so much noise? I couldn’t be that loud if you put a gun to my head.” I don’t know why, but that usually shuts the kid up.
Moderating: if you want to celebrate being a self-professed shithead you won’t be doing it in MPSIMS where posters can’t respond in kind. I would have moved this to the Pit but since there is already a thread there I’m just going to close this one.