Well, today went better, thankfully (the highlight was having a guy in a banana suit come through my line - really!), with the exception of the spawn of some white-trash being allowed to run through the store to the point where the kid ran *into* my booth and started grabbing at everything and pressing all the register buttons (I had to temporarily vacate it at the time because I was helping a customer with her bags). Verily, I was not amused by this lack of parental control (thankfully, the register wasn't screwed up - I shudder to think of what could've happened if the kid had done this in the middle of a transaction!).
Unfortunately because some people are rather...picky about how you approach the fruit of their loins, about the most I could say to the kid was 'no, please don't touch that' while trying to carefully steer him away from the register and out of the booth, when what I really wanted to do was yell "GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!"
Thus goeth my day.
Unfortunately because some people are rather...picky about how you approach the fruit of their loins, about the most I could say to the kid was 'no, please don't touch that' while trying to carefully steer him away from the register and out of the booth, when what I really wanted to do was yell "GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!"
Thus goeth my day.

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