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So today I was up to my neck in housewares when a woman asked me for help. She had two boys in her cart. I would guess one was 2 years old or so and the other one 4 or 5. The bigger boy was standing in the front of the cart (great way to lose your balance and fall on your head) and had a cup of juice (it was senior day so we had a refreshments table set up). The two year old was seated in the seat at the other end of the cart.
The woman asked me for some bumper boats we had pictured in our sales ad for the week. I went over to the shelf and found there were no boats there, and none on hand or on order. Because the bumper boats were a seasonal item, the ad clearly says "seasonal items limited to stock on hand", and because we are getting to the end of the season for summer toys, I told her we were all out of the boats and wouldn't get any more in.
To which the older boy responded by tossing his cup of juice onto the floor and whining in the most eardrum-shredding voice possible, "IIIIII WWWAAAANNNNNNTTTTTT MYYYYYYYY BUMPER BOOOOAAAAATTTTTTSSSSS!". Soon the younger boy started accompanying him.
So what did mother say to her boys? "Now now, don't worry, we can get your bumper boats someplace else!" And walked right past the big red juice puddle her kid left on the floor.
Winnebago Tollbooth Fairytale? When I was a kid and I threw tantrums like that, I didn't have to worry about getting what I wanted. I had to worry about whether I'd be able to sit for the next week. Nice lesson you're teaching your kids there.
Bonus rant! 2 for the price of 1: After they left I called my coworker Numbnuts McDumbfuck (yes, I've given him a last name) to come clean up the mess because I was too busy filling the truck, and it's his job to clean up spills anyway. He told me he'd get right on it. He did not get it cleaned up until about an hour later, when somebody got the sticky mess on their shoes and complained at the service desk.
The woman asked me for some bumper boats we had pictured in our sales ad for the week. I went over to the shelf and found there were no boats there, and none on hand or on order. Because the bumper boats were a seasonal item, the ad clearly says "seasonal items limited to stock on hand", and because we are getting to the end of the season for summer toys, I told her we were all out of the boats and wouldn't get any more in.
To which the older boy responded by tossing his cup of juice onto the floor and whining in the most eardrum-shredding voice possible, "IIIIII WWWAAAANNNNNNTTTTTT MYYYYYYYY BUMPER BOOOOAAAAATTTTTTSSSSS!". Soon the younger boy started accompanying him.
So what did mother say to her boys? "Now now, don't worry, we can get your bumper boats someplace else!" And walked right past the big red juice puddle her kid left on the floor.
Winnebago Tollbooth Fairytale? When I was a kid and I threw tantrums like that, I didn't have to worry about getting what I wanted. I had to worry about whether I'd be able to sit for the next week. Nice lesson you're teaching your kids there.
Bonus rant! 2 for the price of 1: After they left I called my coworker Numbnuts McDumbfuck (yes, I've given him a last name) to come clean up the mess because I was too busy filling the truck, and it's his job to clean up spills anyway. He told me he'd get right on it. He did not get it cleaned up until about an hour later, when somebody got the sticky mess on their shoes and complained at the service desk.
I'm working with a cold so my ears are very sensitive and this almost sent me out the door had I not been trapped in the back with them between me and the door. 
"You'd feel a Hell of a lot better if you'd just rip into the occasional customer." 
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