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    The Father Of All Bad Examples

    | MO, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

    (I work at an indoor children’s play place. Leaving with kids who aren’t yours could be a problem, so we stamp a different number on every family’s hand, You can’t leave with a child who has a separate number. I am working the front counter where I have to stamp a number on the family’s hands, work the register, answer the phone, and check family’s hands to let them out the door. Sometimes it’s overwhelming working by yourself.)

    Me: *answering phone* “Thank you for calling [Indoor Play Area]. How may I help you?”

    Caller: “I’d like to get a birthday party room for my son.”

    Me: “Okay, give me the date and I’ll start looking up times for you.”

    (As I am looking up times for the caller, an enraged father comes up to me.)

    Father: “HEY! WHERE’S MY SON!?”

    Me: *caught completely off guard * “What!?”

    Father: “WHERE IS MY SON?! YOU LET MY SON WALK OUT THE FRONT DOOR! WHERE THE H*** IS MY SON?”

    Me: “Sir, the door that you go out of is locked and I have been keeping an eye on this door. I’m sure your son is still in here and is in the the [play area] somewhere.”

    Father: “YOU LET MY SON OUT THIS DOOR! IS HE IN THE PARKING LOT? IF HE GETS HIT, I’M KICKING YOU’RE A**! HE GETS HIT, I’M SUING YOU!”

    (Some back and forth goes on like this for a minute. I am almost ready to go into the parking lot to find his son when some other father in the [play area], actually playing with his child and keeping an eye on him, speaks up.)

    Other Father: “Hey [Father], isn’t this your son?”

    (The father looks up and sees his son directly above us in the [play area] watching this whole little episode. He looks back at me, doesn’t say a word, and walks away. I sit there for a few seconds, collecting myself.)

    Caller: “Is someone yelling at you?”

    Me: “Oh, shoot. Sorry, ma’am. I completely forgot you were still on the phone.”

    Caller: “Haha, that’s quite all right. That guy is kind of a d***.”

    (I set up the birthday party, and then went on working. I’m closing this night, too, so I have the distinct pleasure of having to check this father’s hand to make sure it’s his son. They finally decide to leave after a while. As they walk up to the door.)

    Me: “Excuse me, sir, but I have to check your hands to make sure this is your son.”

    (They show me their numbers and he is, in fact, this boy’s father.)

    Me: “Have a nice day, sir.”

    (The father never said a word to me or made eye contact. What a great example of how to be a man he is setting for his son.)