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florida80 · 11-26-2019

Raising A Monster Versus Monster Parenting

Bad Behavior, Children, Pharmacy, USA, Wild & Unruly | Right | September 21, 2017

(Around the holidays, the tension is really high for people to get their prescriptions on time before going on vacation, so the pharmacy area is packed with close to forty people. I overhear this exchange as I’m ringing up a customer with an especially rude son.)

Me: “That will be $4.50, please.”

Customer: *digs in her purse for her wallet*

Customer’s Son: “Geez, stupid b****. Can’t you hurry up!? I want to go home, now!”

(A lady a few people back snaps her head towards him with a face that is the essence of “Oh, HELL no!”)

Customer’s Son: “God, Mom. Every time we go somewhere, it takes you for-f***ing-ever!”

(The lady a few people back is now breathing very loudly through her nose.)

Customer: “Sweetie, if you wait a minute, we can go get you a burger.”

Customer’s Son: “You bet like hell you are.” *points finger in her face* “You owe me big, woman. I could have been home hours ago out of this s*** heap with you. I’m bored out of my f***ing skull.”

(The lady a few people back is now looking anywhere but at the teenager, shaking her head violently, tapping the side of her purse, and muttering, “Mm-mm, mm-mmmm,” to herself.)

Customer: “Okay, look, honey. We’re done.”

Customer’s Son: “ABOUT D*** TIME, B****!”

(The customer and her son just pass around the corner, when the lady a few people back suddenly swings around, grabs both her teenage sons with one hand, and starts hitting them both with her purse.)

Lady: “DON’T.” *smack* “YOU.” *smack* “EVER.” *smack* “TALK.” *smack* “TO.” *smack* “ME.” *smack* “LIKE.” *smack* “THAT!” *smack*

(Some people are staring open-mouthed, others are cheering her on, but I am face-down on the counter, laughing hysterically. When it is the lady’s turn, I am still choking down tears.)

Me: “Yes, ma’am. How can I help you?”

Lady: “You’re laughing, but I’ll do the same to you if I ever hear you talking like that.”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. You’re a great woman.”

Lady: “That’s because I was taught how to respect my parents.”

(Faith in humanity restored. Thank you, purse lady!)

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florida80 R11 Độc Cô Cầu Bại Join Date: Aug 2007 Posts: 113,793 Thanks: 7,446 Thanked 47,174 Times in 13,137 Posts Mentioned: 1 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 511 Post(s) Rep Power: 162	Raising A Monster Versus Monster Parenting Bad Behavior, Children, Pharmacy, USA, Wild & Unruly \| Right \| September 21, 2017 (Around the holidays, the tension is really high for people to get their prescriptions on time before going on vacation, so the pharmacy area is packed with close to forty people. I overhear this exchange as I’m ringing up a customer with an especially rude son.) Me: “That will be $4.50, please.” Customer: digs in her purse for her wallet Customer’s Son: “Geez, stupid b**. Can’t you hurry up!? I want to go home, now!” (A lady a few people back snaps her head towards him with a face that is the essence of “Oh, HELL no!”) Customer’s Son: “God, Mom. Every time we go somewhere, it takes you for-fing-ever!” (The lady a few people back is now breathing very loudly through her nose.) Customer: “Sweetie, if you wait a minute, we can go get you a burger.” Customer’s Son: “You bet like hell you are.” points finger in her face* “You owe me big, woman. I could have been home hours ago out of this s* heap with you. I’m bored out of my fing skull.” (The lady a few people back is now looking anywhere but at the teenager, shaking her head violently, tapping the side of her purse, and muttering, “Mm-mm, mm-mmmm,” to herself.) Customer: “Okay, look, honey. We’re done.” Customer’s Son: “ABOUT D TIME, B*!” (The customer and her son just pass around the corner, when the lady a few people back suddenly swings around, grabs both her teenage sons with one hand, and starts hitting them both with her purse.) Lady: “DON’T.” smack* “YOU.” smack “EVER.” smack “TALK.” smack “TO.” smack “ME.” smack “LIKE.” smack “THAT!” smack (Some people are staring open-mouthed, others are cheering her on, but I am face-down on the counter, laughing hysterically. When it is the lady’s turn, I am still choking down tears.) Me: “Yes, ma’am. How can I help you?” Lady: “You’re laughing, but I’ll do the same to you if I ever hear you talking like that.” Me: “Yes, ma’am. You’re a great woman.” Lady: “That’s because I was taught how to respect my parents.” (Faith in humanity restored. Thank you, purse lady!)