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I'm not really sure where to put this. I don't know if it counts as a sucky customer? Anyways...
I like kids. I really do. And seeing as how I cannot bear my own children (long medical history rife with problems), I enjoy their company and then send them back to their parents....usually sugared up because I'm an evil adult. However, children trying to manipulate me into buying stuff for them is another story.
Cue coworker's (night shift) kid.
The kid's a little snot nosed demon boy. He comes into the store on a fairly regular basis, but my first encounter with him made me want to punch the little bastard. He comes up the counter and leans on it, obviously having nothing better to do.
Him: Hola senorita!
Me: Uh, hi? What can I do for you?
Him: My mom works here.
Me: *and?* Oh cool. What time?
Him: She works nights.
Me: Oh! You mean L? (for all purposes, let's call her that)
Him: Yeah (in a little holier than thou voice), who else?
Me: *the fuck do I know? I just met you?* That's cool.
Him: And she said that I can come in here and have whatever I want.
Me: Right...I don't think she meant that.
Him: Yeah she did! I want a large pop!
Me: *losing my patience* And I want a pony, but I'm not getting it, and I'm not getting you anything.
Him: My mom said you had to!
Me: Really? Because, what your mom say and what I say are two completely different things....(I lean forward) and I say, that you can't have it.
Him: You're a liar! I'm getting one!
Me: And I'll have you banned from the store for stealing. Look kid; I don't care if you're the mayor's kid, or the President's kid. You can get away with this when your mother's on shift, but not with me, or any of my coworkers. I don't even give preferential treatment to my husband. He pays for his stuff, and I expect you to do the same.
Him: *open mouthed. I'm pretty sure everyone just catered to this kid's whim, but screw that* You're a bitch! I'm telling my mom!
Me: *grinning evilly* I sure am kid, but the world's not going to give you everything you want.
He stormed out of the store, losing his shit. It kind of reminded me of some of the prepay haters that I get coming through. I later found out that he tried to pull the same crap with the afternoon shift...and got away with it. And said coworker (his mom), bitched me out for telling him like it is.
I like kids. I really do. And seeing as how I cannot bear my own children (long medical history rife with problems), I enjoy their company and then send them back to their parents....usually sugared up because I'm an evil adult. However, children trying to manipulate me into buying stuff for them is another story.
Cue coworker's (night shift) kid.
The kid's a little snot nosed demon boy. He comes into the store on a fairly regular basis, but my first encounter with him made me want to punch the little bastard. He comes up the counter and leans on it, obviously having nothing better to do.
Him: Hola senorita!
Me: Uh, hi? What can I do for you?
Him: My mom works here.
Me: *and?* Oh cool. What time?
Him: She works nights.
Me: Oh! You mean L? (for all purposes, let's call her that)
Him: Yeah (in a little holier than thou voice), who else?
Me: *the fuck do I know? I just met you?* That's cool.
Him: And she said that I can come in here and have whatever I want.
Me: Right...I don't think she meant that.
Him: Yeah she did! I want a large pop!
Me: *losing my patience* And I want a pony, but I'm not getting it, and I'm not getting you anything.
Him: My mom said you had to!
Me: Really? Because, what your mom say and what I say are two completely different things....(I lean forward) and I say, that you can't have it.
Him: You're a liar! I'm getting one!
Me: And I'll have you banned from the store for stealing. Look kid; I don't care if you're the mayor's kid, or the President's kid. You can get away with this when your mother's on shift, but not with me, or any of my coworkers. I don't even give preferential treatment to my husband. He pays for his stuff, and I expect you to do the same.
Him: *open mouthed. I'm pretty sure everyone just catered to this kid's whim, but screw that* You're a bitch! I'm telling my mom!
Me: *grinning evilly* I sure am kid, but the world's not going to give you everything you want.
He stormed out of the store, losing his shit. It kind of reminded me of some of the prepay haters that I get coming through. I later found out that he tried to pull the same crap with the afternoon shift...and got away with it. And said coworker (his mom), bitched me out for telling him like it is.
I second this.
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