Tweet
As I was dropping off electronics' stuff to fill from autopull this morning, some trashy-looking woman with a crying toddler in her cart inflicted herself upon me, saying "I need your help."
I followed her over to the Payless Shoes department where the need for my presence became clear. Apparently the woman's...what word can I use here that won't get me into trouble? Hmmmm...brat, yeah' that's it.... managed to throw his toy up on top of a stack of shoe boxes stacked about 5 or 6 high on the top shelf, and was wailing like a fucking banshee because it didn't fall back down to him. So I had to go retrieve it to restore mommy's peace and quiet.
After schlepping to the backroom and returning with a ladder, I found the ladder wasn't quite tall enough to reach the toy, so I had to get a bigger one. Mommy helpfully suggested I stand the ladder on the basedecks and then climb up.
Umm, no. That would be unstable as all hell even if the ladder's bottom was wide enough, I'd fall, and then I'd be wailing even louder than your kid. Except I'd have a good reason.
So I came back with the bigger ladder and brought down the toy--some little stuffed dog thingy. Some slimy little stuffed dog thingy, so obviously this thing recently spent some time in the kid's mouth.
And did I get a thank you from the bitch for returning the little boy's only apparent source of happiness in this world? Would I really be making this post if I did?
Nope. I just got a "That took you long enough!" and just like that mother and child were off. Hopefully to have mother's tubes tied.
I followed her over to the Payless Shoes department where the need for my presence became clear. Apparently the woman's...what word can I use here that won't get me into trouble? Hmmmm...brat, yeah' that's it.... managed to throw his toy up on top of a stack of shoe boxes stacked about 5 or 6 high on the top shelf, and was wailing like a fucking banshee because it didn't fall back down to him. So I had to go retrieve it to restore mommy's peace and quiet.
After schlepping to the backroom and returning with a ladder, I found the ladder wasn't quite tall enough to reach the toy, so I had to get a bigger one. Mommy helpfully suggested I stand the ladder on the basedecks and then climb up.
Umm, no. That would be unstable as all hell even if the ladder's bottom was wide enough, I'd fall, and then I'd be wailing even louder than your kid. Except I'd have a good reason.
So I came back with the bigger ladder and brought down the toy--some little stuffed dog thingy. Some slimy little stuffed dog thingy, so obviously this thing recently spent some time in the kid's mouth.
And did I get a thank you from the bitch for returning the little boy's only apparent source of happiness in this world? Would I really be making this post if I did?
Nope. I just got a "That took you long enough!" and just like that mother and child were off. Hopefully to have mother's tubes tied.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
Comment