I have to share this one. My wife, who works for the local 'bullseye' store, relayed it to me when I picked her up last night:
Father shopping with his herd of spawn: 1 youngin sitting in the kid's seat in the cart, two others attached to him by little grubby hands, making the expected level of noise that bored little kids will make. He proceeds to herd cats and shovel stuff from the cart onto her lane.
She picks up the first pack of diapers and feels something wet. Thinking they just spilled a drink from the little market in the corner, she looks down and sees that the little one in the cart had THROWN UP ALL OVER THE GROCERIES....and he hadn't bothered to even warn her or offer to clean anything up.
She immediately asked to be replaced so she could dart to the bathroom and scrub her hands clean. Eeew. Eeew. Eww.
Father shopping with his herd of spawn: 1 youngin sitting in the kid's seat in the cart, two others attached to him by little grubby hands, making the expected level of noise that bored little kids will make. He proceeds to herd cats and shovel stuff from the cart onto her lane.
She picks up the first pack of diapers and feels something wet. Thinking they just spilled a drink from the little market in the corner, she looks down and sees that the little one in the cart had THROWN UP ALL OVER THE GROCERIES....and he hadn't bothered to even warn her or offer to clean anything up.
She immediately asked to be replaced so she could dart to the bathroom and scrub her hands clean. Eeew. Eeew. Eww.
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