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Today I had an encounter with THIS lovely lady.
I was walking when I got a radio call to come to one of the entrances. As I’m on my way, I passed a mother and father with 2-pre teen children, boy and girl, each rolling on Heely shoes. So I said to them “No riding Heelies in the mall, ok.”
The boy stopped. I kept walking, then heard the rolling again. I turned-around and the girl was doing it. So I repeated “Hey, no Heelies ok.”
The mother’s eyes bug-out and she starts flapping her arms at me as they walk-by, yelling “Ok, ok no heelies we’ve got it Mr. fake wanna-be a cop with your plastic badge! Why don’t you just go-on now and make your $7.00 an hour!??”
Ooook. I admit this REALLY miffed me. But all I said was “Actually, it’s ‘Miss.’ And our policy is no roller blading, bikes…”
“Ma’am, Mr, whatever! Go do your job pretending to be a cop! Blah blah blah (I wasn’t sure what she was saying but it wasn’t exactly polite)
“I’m sorry ma’am, but if you don’t like our policies I can ask you to leave.” The husband turns around with a frantic look on his face and mouths ‘sorry’ while trying to calm his wife. And since we’re still walking in the same direction (since I'm still headed towards where the radio call originated from) the mother starts to freak again, this time directing her comments towards her husband. “Oh my god, is she FOLLOWING us!!??”
“Actually ma’am, I was going this way, I am not following you.” I tried to take a less-direct path to where I had to go, listening to the woman b***h the whole way.
I will probably do a write-up for my manager in-case this woman complains, as it seems she may be coming-in quite regularly since her children signed-up for a class.
Ugh.
I was walking when I got a radio call to come to one of the entrances. As I’m on my way, I passed a mother and father with 2-pre teen children, boy and girl, each rolling on Heely shoes. So I said to them “No riding Heelies in the mall, ok.”
The boy stopped. I kept walking, then heard the rolling again. I turned-around and the girl was doing it. So I repeated “Hey, no Heelies ok.”
The mother’s eyes bug-out and she starts flapping her arms at me as they walk-by, yelling “Ok, ok no heelies we’ve got it Mr. fake wanna-be a cop with your plastic badge! Why don’t you just go-on now and make your $7.00 an hour!??”
Ooook. I admit this REALLY miffed me. But all I said was “Actually, it’s ‘Miss.’ And our policy is no roller blading, bikes…”“Ma’am, Mr, whatever! Go do your job pretending to be a cop! Blah blah blah (I wasn’t sure what she was saying but it wasn’t exactly polite)
“I’m sorry ma’am, but if you don’t like our policies I can ask you to leave.” The husband turns around with a frantic look on his face and mouths ‘sorry’ while trying to calm his wife. And since we’re still walking in the same direction (since I'm still headed towards where the radio call originated from) the mother starts to freak again, this time directing her comments towards her husband. “Oh my god, is she FOLLOWING us!!??”
“Actually ma’am, I was going this way, I am not following you.” I tried to take a less-direct path to where I had to go, listening to the woman b***h the whole way.
I will probably do a write-up for my manager in-case this woman complains, as it seems she may be coming-in quite regularly since her children signed-up for a class.
Ugh.
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