Blockbusted

When I used to work at Blockbuster, I noticed a little girl, toddler age, clearly stealing every type of candy that we had. She had stuffed fourteen things down her pants by the time she and her mother walked up to me with the movie to check out. 

The kid’s pants are literally SAGGING. The manager walks up and points at the kid:

Manager: “Umm…?”

The mom just shrugged, like this was normal.

Manager: “You’re kidding, right? She has to take them out.”

Mom: “They’re all melted and inside her pants now. You can’t sell them, that would be gross, so she might as well have them.”

Manager: “Thanks for admitting that they’re not in a sellable state, thanks to the actions of your child, that you were more than aware of, it seems. You break it, you bought it.”

Mom: *Suddenly changing tack.* “No, no, they’re fine!” *To her toddler.* “Sweetie, put them all back where you found them, yeah? It was a fun game, but it’s over now, yeah? Put them back?”

The toddler just burbles along incoherently. My manager remains standing there, obviously not willing to let the mom leave without paying for them.

Eventually, the customer allowed me to ring her out, all the candy included, while she stood there steaming. My manager has even stepped in to help bag.

Manager: *As he hands the bag to the customer after she’s paid.* “Mmmm, toddler melted whoppers. Enjoy!”