I was watching a comedian do a bit and this little gem came back to me.
I have five kids. And much like Cosby, I have five children because I did not want six. At the time of this story, however, I had only three. Two out of the three are diagnosed on the spectrum. Two more are currently slated to be tested. It's hard enough taking a neurologically normal child out of the house... but my children are just hell on wheels at times. My wife, who firmly believes that we will "make them just behave", loves to be out and about. And thus one day we were to be found at the local mall to do... I really no longer remember what.
Most often (always?) trips to the mall with my spouse are not highly optimized activity. We do not go to get what we need (from my male point of view). Instead, we go to find what me may need. And I didn't mind this when we were dating. Or even once married without children. However, I'm a guy. I don't browse. I don't window gaze. I don't "shop". I buy my shit and get the hell out. Now that we have children "shopping" is something that no one but my wife really wants to do.
So, we're at the mall. We have completed our day there and have finally "Had enough". And much like the Cosby skit, our children cannot seem to get anywhere without a good beating
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I must take a small break to explain one of the booths/kiosks that existed at this mall. It was a cellular company that was EXTREMELY pushy. If you so much as dared to make eye contact they would be up your ass about changing to their plans, which could poop out butterflies and make rainbows! Without fail I would have someone at this booth try and sell me a plan and occasionally I'd tease them with "you cannot beat my rate". I have a Sprint SERO plan, and beyond coverage being a bit shit at times, it's a deal that you'll pry from my cold dead hands. Not once have they been able to beat the price.
Alright, back on point. We have had enough. We are treking back out of the mall. At least one child is crying. All are being obnoxious. We're all of us tired and cranky. I decided that I have had enough of the tantrum from my youngest and throw her over my shoulder and walk (storm, perhaps) along with her. We're almost out of the mall and I can finally get home.
Now, I would think that most sane folks would see me with a child over my shoulder who is still actively putting up a fuss, along with my spouse and other children also kicking off, and probably look on and think "you poor bastard. I think I don't want kids anymore". Or even "better you than me". I DON'T think the thought running through your mind would be "Let me sell this fine fellow a phone!".
Well... it would appear the cellular man is just plain insane. For as I made eye contact for the briefest moment, he calls out to me across the sea of shoppers "Sir! Can I interest you in a new phone!".
And then I just lost my shit. I didn't really intend to that day, but that just pushed me over the edge of "I can deal with this" to "oh, fuck you dude". I screamed back "Are you fucking kidding me??!! Go to Hell!".
So I leave it to you folks. I might have been an SC, and given my years working double arches and reading this site I try my best not to be, but who in the hell would do that?
I have five kids. And much like Cosby, I have five children because I did not want six. At the time of this story, however, I had only three. Two out of the three are diagnosed on the spectrum. Two more are currently slated to be tested. It's hard enough taking a neurologically normal child out of the house... but my children are just hell on wheels at times. My wife, who firmly believes that we will "make them just behave", loves to be out and about. And thus one day we were to be found at the local mall to do... I really no longer remember what.
Most often (always?) trips to the mall with my spouse are not highly optimized activity. We do not go to get what we need (from my male point of view). Instead, we go to find what me may need. And I didn't mind this when we were dating. Or even once married without children. However, I'm a guy. I don't browse. I don't window gaze. I don't "shop". I buy my shit and get the hell out. Now that we have children "shopping" is something that no one but my wife really wants to do.
So, we're at the mall. We have completed our day there and have finally "Had enough". And much like the Cosby skit, our children cannot seem to get anywhere without a good beating

I must take a small break to explain one of the booths/kiosks that existed at this mall. It was a cellular company that was EXTREMELY pushy. If you so much as dared to make eye contact they would be up your ass about changing to their plans, which could poop out butterflies and make rainbows! Without fail I would have someone at this booth try and sell me a plan and occasionally I'd tease them with "you cannot beat my rate". I have a Sprint SERO plan, and beyond coverage being a bit shit at times, it's a deal that you'll pry from my cold dead hands. Not once have they been able to beat the price.
Alright, back on point. We have had enough. We are treking back out of the mall. At least one child is crying. All are being obnoxious. We're all of us tired and cranky. I decided that I have had enough of the tantrum from my youngest and throw her over my shoulder and walk (storm, perhaps) along with her. We're almost out of the mall and I can finally get home.
Now, I would think that most sane folks would see me with a child over my shoulder who is still actively putting up a fuss, along with my spouse and other children also kicking off, and probably look on and think "you poor bastard. I think I don't want kids anymore". Or even "better you than me". I DON'T think the thought running through your mind would be "Let me sell this fine fellow a phone!".
Well... it would appear the cellular man is just plain insane. For as I made eye contact for the briefest moment, he calls out to me across the sea of shoppers "Sir! Can I interest you in a new phone!".
And then I just lost my shit. I didn't really intend to that day, but that just pushed me over the edge of "I can deal with this" to "oh, fuck you dude". I screamed back "Are you fucking kidding me??!! Go to Hell!".
So I leave it to you folks. I might have been an SC, and given my years working double arches and reading this site I try my best not to be, but who in the hell would do that?
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