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My parents never have a problem believing me, nor does my brother.
Mom worked at a department store for 18 years, and the stories she can tell run the gamut from attempted arson in the children's department to a woman who shit herself out of spite when caught shoplifting to a parent patiently explaining to a child that it was their (the parent's) right to take things without paying and the store was just being mean by calling the police. She also remembers shoplifters who stuffed the goods under their baby in the stroller, a man who slashed another man's throat with a broken bottle in the men's department, and physically stopping a woman from beating her child by grabbing the woman's fist as she was preparing to slam it down on her child's head another time.
The objects she has had thrown at her range from fur coats to umbrellas, sweaters, and full-size Christmas catalogues.
Dad worked, and still does as a mechanic, and recalls one elegant family coming into the body shop. The father instructed the child to head for a nearby pile of cables and fall down, or fall into the pit the mechanics used to work on cars parked overhead, "so we can get some money from them."
My brother worked at a movie theater and got death threats for telling a couple not to have sex in the back of a Disney movie. He also remembers the popcorn fights, still-warm spit cups, attempted kidnappings, and so on and so forth...
So no, my family has never ever had a problem believing the things I go through at work.
Mom worked at a department store for 18 years, and the stories she can tell run the gamut from attempted arson in the children's department to a woman who shit herself out of spite when caught shoplifting to a parent patiently explaining to a child that it was their (the parent's) right to take things without paying and the store was just being mean by calling the police. She also remembers shoplifters who stuffed the goods under their baby in the stroller, a man who slashed another man's throat with a broken bottle in the men's department, and physically stopping a woman from beating her child by grabbing the woman's fist as she was preparing to slam it down on her child's head another time.
The objects she has had thrown at her range from fur coats to umbrellas, sweaters, and full-size Christmas catalogues.
Dad worked, and still does as a mechanic, and recalls one elegant family coming into the body shop. The father instructed the child to head for a nearby pile of cables and fall down, or fall into the pit the mechanics used to work on cars parked overhead, "so we can get some money from them."
My brother worked at a movie theater and got death threats for telling a couple not to have sex in the back of a Disney movie. He also remembers the popcorn fights, still-warm spit cups, attempted kidnappings, and so on and so forth...
So no, my family has never ever had a problem believing the things I go through at work.
Remember this: you do NOT have to go home and live with that SC! 
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