Working in retail is one of the main reasons I have no plans to have children of my own. The spoiled brats and sucky parents I encounter every day helped sour the thought for me. And I've heard the arguments, yeah, mine would be different, yada, yada. Like I said, it's only ONE of the reasons. Anyway, here is my story of the worst mother I've seen:
I'm working on a display in the front part of the store when I hear a wailing start from the back where the kids department is. Nothing new here. One of the banes of my existence is the stupid Thomas the Tank Engine set we have back there, since the vast majority of children screech like banshees when mummy or daddy tear them away from it after leaving them back there alone for an hour (like the kid's department is a playpen) so they can shop. So, there's this wailing. It begins to travel towards the front of the store, but stops in the middle. (The wailing doesn't stop, just its forward progress) After a minute or so I go to the customer service desk in the middle of the store to grabs something or other, and there's this 2 year old sitting on the floor, throwing a tantrum. There's no one very close by him, and as I look around, any women within sight range are looking back at me like "No way, he's not MY kid!" So I wait there for a moment or two, waiting for mom or dad to come collect him. My waiting pays off when a woman comes towards us, hauling a <1 yr old in carrier and with a 3 yr old trailing behind her, with one of our bags slung over her wrist (obviously left tantrum boy in the middle of the store while she made her purchase), and a cell phone plastered to her face. She switches the phone to between her ear and shoulder and grabs the 2 yr old's hand in an attempt to haul him out with her. She gets a few feet up the main aisle, but the 2 yr old kicks the tantrum up another notch and she just can't manage it. (Cell phone update: Still on it) So, she sets down the baby, leaves the 3 yr old, and proceeds to march him out the door. I can't believe it, and I go to where they are, in the middle of our main aisle, to keep an eye on them. The 3 yr old doesn't want to wait where mommy left him, so despite my attempt to keep him there, he walks to the front door and stands in the doorway. So I'm keeping an eye on the baby in the carrier, who is playing with, of all things, one of those silver-foil plastic bags that usually have Goldfish crackers in them. Oh, that's safe. A few minutes later the lady comes back in, sans 2 yr old, to scoop up the other two. And, I don't know why I'm surprised, but she is still on her cell phone.
Okay, lady, you can shop, parent, or chat, and MAYBE if you're talented you can do 2 of those at the same time, but not all three!
I'm working on a display in the front part of the store when I hear a wailing start from the back where the kids department is. Nothing new here. One of the banes of my existence is the stupid Thomas the Tank Engine set we have back there, since the vast majority of children screech like banshees when mummy or daddy tear them away from it after leaving them back there alone for an hour (like the kid's department is a playpen) so they can shop. So, there's this wailing. It begins to travel towards the front of the store, but stops in the middle. (The wailing doesn't stop, just its forward progress) After a minute or so I go to the customer service desk in the middle of the store to grabs something or other, and there's this 2 year old sitting on the floor, throwing a tantrum. There's no one very close by him, and as I look around, any women within sight range are looking back at me like "No way, he's not MY kid!" So I wait there for a moment or two, waiting for mom or dad to come collect him. My waiting pays off when a woman comes towards us, hauling a <1 yr old in carrier and with a 3 yr old trailing behind her, with one of our bags slung over her wrist (obviously left tantrum boy in the middle of the store while she made her purchase), and a cell phone plastered to her face. She switches the phone to between her ear and shoulder and grabs the 2 yr old's hand in an attempt to haul him out with her. She gets a few feet up the main aisle, but the 2 yr old kicks the tantrum up another notch and she just can't manage it. (Cell phone update: Still on it) So, she sets down the baby, leaves the 3 yr old, and proceeds to march him out the door. I can't believe it, and I go to where they are, in the middle of our main aisle, to keep an eye on them. The 3 yr old doesn't want to wait where mommy left him, so despite my attempt to keep him there, he walks to the front door and stands in the doorway. So I'm keeping an eye on the baby in the carrier, who is playing with, of all things, one of those silver-foil plastic bags that usually have Goldfish crackers in them. Oh, that's safe. A few minutes later the lady comes back in, sans 2 yr old, to scoop up the other two. And, I don't know why I'm surprised, but she is still on her cell phone.


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