I just rang up a rather large snack sale for an older woman and her grandson. Normally, this wouldn't raise any flags with me, but there were a few things I heard that just makes me sad.
G = Grandma
B = Grandson
G- Don't tell your Momma that I'm buyin you candy. She said your diabetes is gettin' too bad to have candy.
Me -
B- -=wheeze wheeze wheeze=-
Me - *thinking* He's winded from walking 15 feet from the admitting area to my store?!
Kid places a huge bag of caramel corn, a Mars bar, a fistful of Airheads, a King Size Twix and a bottle of Pepsi on the counter, then leaves the counter to go find more.
G- Hurry up now. We gotta go get you back to your room. The nurse'll be mad if she sees you off the oxygen.
I weep for this child.
G = Grandma
B = Grandson
G- Don't tell your Momma that I'm buyin you candy. She said your diabetes is gettin' too bad to have candy.
Me -
B- -=wheeze wheeze wheeze=-
Me - *thinking* He's winded from walking 15 feet from the admitting area to my store?!
Kid places a huge bag of caramel corn, a Mars bar, a fistful of Airheads, a King Size Twix and a bottle of Pepsi on the counter, then leaves the counter to go find more.
G- Hurry up now. We gotta go get you back to your room. The nurse'll be mad if she sees you off the oxygen.
I weep for this child.
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