A little background: I did ear piercings at my jewelry store job. I don't want to argue about the pros and cons of getting pierced at the mall. It was my job, I did it, end of story. Also, as a side note, I have absolutely nothing against mentally challenged people. I have nothing against their children. That said, on with my story.
One evening, about 10 minutes before I was set to leave (I let my manager go grab a smoke before I clocked out, stupid me), a couple and their two children come up to my counter. Husband is a very large, very persistently angry looking man. His wife appears to be somewhat mentally challenged. In their mall rent-a-stroller are two kids. A boy about 4 or 5 (already wearing thick glasses like his mom) and a 2 year old girl. Let me just say...ugly people do not have cute children. At least that was the case with this couple. At first glance, the girl seems to have weepy eyes, running nose, and just generally looks filthy. She's also wearing nothing but a diaper.
Man walks up to the counter.
Him: You pierce?
Me: Yes we do.
Him: Okay, good. I want to do her ears. *points at 2 year old*
Me: *already getting a "fun" vibe from these people* Alright...these are our piercing earrings...*customer picks out earrings, I ring up sale, paperwork completed, etc. *
Man picks up his daughter, and brings her into the kiosk and sits down. Girl immediately starts crying and fighting to get out of her dad's lap. I put on my gloves, get everything ready, and go to clean the daughter's ears...and then I realize that this child is sick. In the two minutes that the girl has been in the kiosk and started crying her eyes have started...oozing. There is thick white junk coming out of both corners of her eyes, and now they are barely open. Her nose is running like a faucet. She is also scared to death.
Him: Okay, let's do this.
Me: I just need to clean her ears first. *I try to get near her ears, all the while hoping that she doesn't have the plague, but the girl will not hold still. Dad makes angry noises*
Him: Stop that! Quit being a big baby! *She tries to push out of his arms, and he wraps his arms around her and squeezes her to his chest* You know better than this! KNOCK IT OFF! *Daughter starts wailing and fighting. Dad, clearly, is an a-hole who doesn't realize that a 2 years old has no concept of what is going on, and is scared*
Me: Sir, if she does not want to get her ears pierced, we can't make her. *Also, the more she fights, the more gunk comes out of her eyes, and makes me want to puke.* If you want, we can give you your money back. I haven't opened the earrings yet.
*Dad continues to struggle with his daughter while I stand back and wait. Finally he gives up.*
Him: Fine, this is ridiculous. Let's go.
I refund their money as fast as humanly possible and get them out of there. As soon as they are gone, I take a bath in Purell and puke in the trashcan (well, not really.) It would have been bad enough if the dad was just a jerk who wanted to force his daughter into getting her ears pieced, but something was obviously very wrong with this kid. She was sick. And scary looking. I don't think these parents were winning any awards this year. Gah! Just thinking about that child gives me the creeps even now.
One evening, about 10 minutes before I was set to leave (I let my manager go grab a smoke before I clocked out, stupid me), a couple and their two children come up to my counter. Husband is a very large, very persistently angry looking man. His wife appears to be somewhat mentally challenged. In their mall rent-a-stroller are two kids. A boy about 4 or 5 (already wearing thick glasses like his mom) and a 2 year old girl. Let me just say...ugly people do not have cute children. At least that was the case with this couple. At first glance, the girl seems to have weepy eyes, running nose, and just generally looks filthy. She's also wearing nothing but a diaper.
Man walks up to the counter.
Him: You pierce?
Me: Yes we do.
Him: Okay, good. I want to do her ears. *points at 2 year old*
Me: *already getting a "fun" vibe from these people* Alright...these are our piercing earrings...*customer picks out earrings, I ring up sale, paperwork completed, etc. *
Man picks up his daughter, and brings her into the kiosk and sits down. Girl immediately starts crying and fighting to get out of her dad's lap. I put on my gloves, get everything ready, and go to clean the daughter's ears...and then I realize that this child is sick. In the two minutes that the girl has been in the kiosk and started crying her eyes have started...oozing. There is thick white junk coming out of both corners of her eyes, and now they are barely open. Her nose is running like a faucet. She is also scared to death.
Him: Okay, let's do this.
Me: I just need to clean her ears first. *I try to get near her ears, all the while hoping that she doesn't have the plague, but the girl will not hold still. Dad makes angry noises*
Him: Stop that! Quit being a big baby! *She tries to push out of his arms, and he wraps his arms around her and squeezes her to his chest* You know better than this! KNOCK IT OFF! *Daughter starts wailing and fighting. Dad, clearly, is an a-hole who doesn't realize that a 2 years old has no concept of what is going on, and is scared*
Me: Sir, if she does not want to get her ears pierced, we can't make her. *Also, the more she fights, the more gunk comes out of her eyes, and makes me want to puke.* If you want, we can give you your money back. I haven't opened the earrings yet.
*Dad continues to struggle with his daughter while I stand back and wait. Finally he gives up.*
Him: Fine, this is ridiculous. Let's go.
I refund their money as fast as humanly possible and get them out of there. As soon as they are gone, I take a bath in Purell and puke in the trashcan (well, not really.) It would have been bad enough if the dad was just a jerk who wanted to force his daughter into getting her ears pieced, but something was obviously very wrong with this kid. She was sick. And scary looking. I don't think these parents were winning any awards this year. Gah! Just thinking about that child gives me the creeps even now.
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