lady is waiting in line with her 4-ish year old son, "william." how do i know his name? she screamed it about a dozen times. manager k calls me and says to be on the look out for the boy. i literally stumble upon him.
me: are you william?
boy: ya.
me: i think your mom's looking for you. can you come with me?
boy: ok.
heartwarming moment, mother and son are reunited. yeah right. she grabs him without saying a word to either of us and walks out, like we just inconvenienced her.
k told me later that the woman was complaining about there being a long line. She was the next person in it. she said that her son didn't like waiting in lines. real easy remedy for that: leave the carpet shark at home when you shop or, here's a novel idea, be a damn parent and give up some of your "me time".
i don't expect groveling, but a simple thanks would've been great.
me: are you william?
boy: ya.
me: i think your mom's looking for you. can you come with me?
boy: ok.
heartwarming moment, mother and son are reunited. yeah right. she grabs him without saying a word to either of us and walks out, like we just inconvenienced her.
k told me later that the woman was complaining about there being a long line. She was the next person in it. she said that her son didn't like waiting in lines. real easy remedy for that: leave the carpet shark at home when you shop or, here's a novel idea, be a damn parent and give up some of your "me time".
i don't expect groveling, but a simple thanks would've been great.
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