I was at the Mart ala Wal the other day for medication and I decided to see what (if anything) was in the Red Box. When I get there, I see a woman and her two sons, one looked to be 11 or so and playing on a iPhone. The other was about 8. The mother was trying to be patient and finish the order. The 11 year old had finished choosing his movie but was commenting on his little brother's choices.
IPK: iPhone kid
YOK: Younger Ordering kid
MOM: Their mother
ME:
YOK: Mom, I want this one!
IPK: (looks up) No, that one's G. It's stupid!
MOM: Well, if he wants...
YOK: No, I don't want that! I want something else.
ME:
MOM: Have you seen "Dark Knight?"
IPK: Yeah....
YOK: I DON'T WANT THAT ONE!
MOM: Alright, alright...
YOK: I want THAT ONE! (an animated movie)
IPK: No....that's stupid.
MOM: We can get that and you can watch it in the back...
YOK: NO! I don't want that!!
MOM: (Getting fed up) Fine, if you can't make up your mind, I'm going to pay.
YOK: NO!! I WANT TO FIND ONE!! (starts jockeying with his mother) I WANT!
MOM: Now wait! You need to-
YOK: NO!! I want!
MOM: Wait, stop!
(She falls backwards and nearly smacks her head on the ground. Her sunglasses fall off and land at my feet. I grab them as she's standing and hand them back.)
ME: Are you alright, ma'am?
MOM: (red faced an PISSED) Fine, thank you.
IPK: YOU HURT MOM!! YOU HURT MOM!!
YO: I WANT THIS ONE!
IPK: YOU HURT MOM!
MOM: (putting her face by YOK's ear) Stand over there now.
YOK: But-
MOM: NOW!!!
(He starts crying but does. The other kid keeps yelling "YOU HURT MOM!" over and over again. The mother cancels the order entirely and starts out the door.)
MOM: Let's go. NOW!!!!
(YOK follows, still crying. I watch them leave and step up for my own.)
ME: (to myself) If I tried that shit at his age, my mom would have beat my ass. And I would have deserved it.
IPK: iPhone kid
YOK: Younger Ordering kid
MOM: Their mother
ME:
YOK: Mom, I want this one!
IPK: (looks up) No, that one's G. It's stupid!
MOM: Well, if he wants...
YOK: No, I don't want that! I want something else.
ME:
MOM: Have you seen "Dark Knight?"
IPK: Yeah....
YOK: I DON'T WANT THAT ONE!
MOM: Alright, alright...
YOK: I want THAT ONE! (an animated movie)
IPK: No....that's stupid.
MOM: We can get that and you can watch it in the back...
YOK: NO! I don't want that!!
MOM: (Getting fed up) Fine, if you can't make up your mind, I'm going to pay.
YOK: NO!! I WANT TO FIND ONE!! (starts jockeying with his mother) I WANT!
MOM: Now wait! You need to-
YOK: NO!! I want!
MOM: Wait, stop!
(She falls backwards and nearly smacks her head on the ground. Her sunglasses fall off and land at my feet. I grab them as she's standing and hand them back.)
ME: Are you alright, ma'am?
MOM: (red faced an PISSED) Fine, thank you.
IPK: YOU HURT MOM!! YOU HURT MOM!!
YO: I WANT THIS ONE!
IPK: YOU HURT MOM!
MOM: (putting her face by YOK's ear) Stand over there now.
YOK: But-
MOM: NOW!!!
(He starts crying but does. The other kid keeps yelling "YOU HURT MOM!" over and over again. The mother cancels the order entirely and starts out the door.)
MOM: Let's go. NOW!!!!
(YOK follows, still crying. I watch them leave and step up for my own.)
ME: (to myself) If I tried that shit at his age, my mom would have beat my ass. And I would have deserved it.
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