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Being Friday the 13th, I was hoping for something kooky or weird to happen. No such luck 
One of my first customers was a woman buying clothes for her 5 year old, who was asking for candy and gum at the checkout. She then started, without warning, screaming at the top of her lungs in this kid's face "WILL YOU STOOOOOOP. You have been nothing but rude to me THIS. ENTIRE. DAY. JUSSST STTTTOOOOP!" The entire front end heard this, and we're a supercenter with 36 front registers. Then she had some friends with her as well, also buying clothes for their little girls. At least they didn't scream, but they left behind about half of their shopping because they "had a limit" and then proceeded to take their sweet time deciding which outfits they should get. Every now and then one would turn around and try to engage the customers behind them by holding up a child's outfit and saying "Oh my gosh, I have SUCH good taste, don't I?" or "Isn't this the MOST adorable thing you have EVER seen?" Said customers simply gave a disinterested nod mixed with a bit of death glare. I was surprised they didn't pick up their stuff and find another lane.
Not long after this lovely group left with their bellowing, angry friend, we (myself, nearby coworkers, and waiting customers), noticed a kid shrieking. Now, this is normal for the store on a busy afternoon, yes, but the shrieking continued. I looked at the clock on my register and I can tell you that this went on for at least ten minutes. A woman was holding a boy who appeared to be 2 or 3 and he was just sitting in her lap on a bench by the food side doors, screaming his head off. And I don't mean crying. We're talking "Oh my god, the boogieman is here, I'm gonna DIE right now!" shrieking. Some of the CSM's and a girl from the service desk walked down there to talk with the woman and try to settle the kid down and find out what was wrong with him, because we were starting to wonder if he was genuinely in pain and our nerves were also fried from listening to it for so long. I asked them when they returned and they said "There's nothing wrong with him, he's just not getting his way." The woman stood up from where she was sitting and . . . it stopped. Magically. I think the next four customers in line answered my "How are you today" question with "Great! Now that that noise has stopped!"
***Please, please don't turn this into a child-raising debate type thread, I'd be more than happy to discuss that in Fratching. I just had to vent about my horrible, noisy night***
Two more shifts of tax free weekend . . . gah. I'm glad I was able to snag some stuff for a little less today, but I'm not sure it was entirely worth it! So sick of ringing up clothes . . .
One of my first customers was a woman buying clothes for her 5 year old, who was asking for candy and gum at the checkout. She then started, without warning, screaming at the top of her lungs in this kid's face "WILL YOU STOOOOOOP. You have been nothing but rude to me THIS. ENTIRE. DAY. JUSSST STTTTOOOOP!" The entire front end heard this, and we're a supercenter with 36 front registers. Then she had some friends with her as well, also buying clothes for their little girls. At least they didn't scream, but they left behind about half of their shopping because they "had a limit" and then proceeded to take their sweet time deciding which outfits they should get. Every now and then one would turn around and try to engage the customers behind them by holding up a child's outfit and saying "Oh my gosh, I have SUCH good taste, don't I?" or "Isn't this the MOST adorable thing you have EVER seen?" Said customers simply gave a disinterested nod mixed with a bit of death glare. I was surprised they didn't pick up their stuff and find another lane.
Not long after this lovely group left with their bellowing, angry friend, we (myself, nearby coworkers, and waiting customers), noticed a kid shrieking. Now, this is normal for the store on a busy afternoon, yes, but the shrieking continued. I looked at the clock on my register and I can tell you that this went on for at least ten minutes. A woman was holding a boy who appeared to be 2 or 3 and he was just sitting in her lap on a bench by the food side doors, screaming his head off. And I don't mean crying. We're talking "Oh my god, the boogieman is here, I'm gonna DIE right now!" shrieking. Some of the CSM's and a girl from the service desk walked down there to talk with the woman and try to settle the kid down and find out what was wrong with him, because we were starting to wonder if he was genuinely in pain and our nerves were also fried from listening to it for so long. I asked them when they returned and they said "There's nothing wrong with him, he's just not getting his way." The woman stood up from where she was sitting and . . . it stopped. Magically. I think the next four customers in line answered my "How are you today" question with "Great! Now that that noise has stopped!"
***Please, please don't turn this into a child-raising debate type thread, I'd be more than happy to discuss that in Fratching. I just had to vent about my horrible, noisy night***
Two more shifts of tax free weekend . . . gah. I'm glad I was able to snag some stuff for a little less today, but I'm not sure it was entirely worth it! So sick of ringing up clothes . . .
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