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My cellphone starting acting up today, so I stopped at the Sprint store tonight to get it looked at, repaired/replaced.
As I'm trying to walk into the store, a little kid of no more than 6 or 7 is standing at the door. I open it, look down to him and say "Excuse me" in a pleasant tone. He just stands there. I say "Excuse me" again and he just stands there, hands on hips like a Power Ranger, as if he's trying to stop a villan. One of the employees comes over to him, tells him he needs to move and he screams at the top of his lungs an obscenity that even I was stunned to hear (fuck you), and runs to his mother hiding behind her legs.
I'm just standing there, not sure what to do. I finally come back to my senses, walk in and get my phone looked at.
It's takes a while, so I sit and read the paper left on one of the chairs. As I'm reading, the little kid comes up and starts punching the paper from the other side. After a few moments, I lower it, give him a 'quit it' look and he stops, for a few moments. As soon as I raise the newspaper, he starts again. I tell him to stop and he flips me off. Gee..wonder what else wonder boy has up his sleeve.
A few moments later, his mother comes up and asks me what the fuck my problem is. Apparently he tells mommy that I was mean to him. I tell her that her son is being a nuisance and that he needs to be disciplined. She tells me that I'm being a bitch and I should mind my own fucking business. Wow, now I know where he gets it from.
Finally, the mother gets her phone, shoots me a dirty look, and the kid flips me off again before they leave.
One of the women waiting leans over and says "What you wanna bet in about 5 years he'll do that to the wrong person at the wrong time and wonder what he did wrong when he gets his ass kicked." I had to wonder the same thing.
As I'm trying to walk into the store, a little kid of no more than 6 or 7 is standing at the door. I open it, look down to him and say "Excuse me" in a pleasant tone. He just stands there. I say "Excuse me" again and he just stands there, hands on hips like a Power Ranger, as if he's trying to stop a villan. One of the employees comes over to him, tells him he needs to move and he screams at the top of his lungs an obscenity that even I was stunned to hear (fuck you), and runs to his mother hiding behind her legs.
I'm just standing there, not sure what to do. I finally come back to my senses, walk in and get my phone looked at.
It's takes a while, so I sit and read the paper left on one of the chairs. As I'm reading, the little kid comes up and starts punching the paper from the other side. After a few moments, I lower it, give him a 'quit it' look and he stops, for a few moments. As soon as I raise the newspaper, he starts again. I tell him to stop and he flips me off. Gee..wonder what else wonder boy has up his sleeve.
A few moments later, his mother comes up and asks me what the fuck my problem is. Apparently he tells mommy that I was mean to him. I tell her that her son is being a nuisance and that he needs to be disciplined. She tells me that I'm being a bitch and I should mind my own fucking business. Wow, now I know where he gets it from.
Finally, the mother gets her phone, shoots me a dirty look, and the kid flips me off again before they leave.
One of the women waiting leans over and says "What you wanna bet in about 5 years he'll do that to the wrong person at the wrong time and wonder what he did wrong when he gets his ass kicked." I had to wonder the same thing.
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