Unfiltered Story #191506

(I’m working on the sales floor when I notice two rambunctious little boys without a parent in sight I watch as they unfold the clothes on various tables, run around playing tag, and try hiding under different displays. When I begin refolding one of the tables and ask them to stop, the older boy turns to me.)

Boy: It’s YOUR job to pick that stuff up!

(I’m left speechless as the two boys run off again out of sight. A few minutes later, I notice that they’ve climbed up on one of our display treadmills and are being pretty rough with it.)

Me: Hey guys, that isn’t a toy. Could you please get off so you don’t get hurt?

(At that moment, their mother suddenly appears, looking very unhappy.)

Mother: I told them to stand on that so I could shop!

(She grabs them both by the hand and leaves toward the registers in a huff, muttering about how rude I was to her and her sons.)