This is a short one, but GOD DAMN!
Today was busy. VERY busy. Both with regular customers and customers using those FRACKING bottle machines. The damned things filled every hour AT LEAST. Less than that in most cases.
So I go out to empty a glass machine and I see a kid who was maybe five or six picking up a piece of glass and deciding it looked mighty fucking tasty. When the glass bottles get put through, they're crushed and sometimes the glass manages to get out when we're unjamming one or something. She was getting ready to stick the damn thing in her mouth when I jumped in.
Me: No! Don't eat that, it's bad! It'll cut your mouth.
Kid: *drops the glass like a good little monkey*
Then the mother, who had until now been chatting it up with a friend and ignoring the kid (something that pisses me off in itself), turns and glares at me. She's an outta stater. Slight accent from I dunno where.
BITCH: Don't tell my kid what to do!
Me: Ma'am... She was about to eat a piece of broken glass.
BITCH: Then *I'LL* tell her not to eat it!
Me: .... Alright...? But you weren't looking at the moment and I didn't want her to get hurt.
BITCH: I WAS TOO LOOKING!
Me: *thoroughly annoyed at this point* Alright. Have a nice day. *walks back inside*
I mean... Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! You're pissed and yelling at me because I stopped your kid from eating broken glass. FROM EATING GLASS! And you're telling me not to tell your kid what to do?
I'm all for the theory of Darwin weeding out the weaker of the species, and I may not be all that fond of children, but dammit! Weed yourself out before you worry about letting your kid do herself in. If I weren't too fricken shocked, I would've had one of my CW's call DHS.
Fucking CHRIST, woman! I mean, she didn't say that she would've let her kid eat the glass, but apparently that would've been better than me telling her not to.
Well... That was my day.
Today was busy. VERY busy. Both with regular customers and customers using those FRACKING bottle machines. The damned things filled every hour AT LEAST. Less than that in most cases.
So I go out to empty a glass machine and I see a kid who was maybe five or six picking up a piece of glass and deciding it looked mighty fucking tasty. When the glass bottles get put through, they're crushed and sometimes the glass manages to get out when we're unjamming one or something. She was getting ready to stick the damn thing in her mouth when I jumped in.
Me: No! Don't eat that, it's bad! It'll cut your mouth.
Kid: *drops the glass like a good little monkey*
Then the mother, who had until now been chatting it up with a friend and ignoring the kid (something that pisses me off in itself), turns and glares at me. She's an outta stater. Slight accent from I dunno where.
BITCH: Don't tell my kid what to do!
Me: Ma'am... She was about to eat a piece of broken glass.
BITCH: Then *I'LL* tell her not to eat it!
Me: .... Alright...? But you weren't looking at the moment and I didn't want her to get hurt.
BITCH: I WAS TOO LOOKING!
Me: *thoroughly annoyed at this point* Alright. Have a nice day. *walks back inside*
I mean... Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! You're pissed and yelling at me because I stopped your kid from eating broken glass. FROM EATING GLASS! And you're telling me not to tell your kid what to do?
I'm all for the theory of Darwin weeding out the weaker of the species, and I may not be all that fond of children, but dammit! Weed yourself out before you worry about letting your kid do herself in. If I weren't too fricken shocked, I would've had one of my CW's call DHS.
Fucking CHRIST, woman! I mean, she didn't say that she would've let her kid eat the glass, but apparently that would've been better than me telling her not to.
Well... That was my day.
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