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Parental Misguidance, Part 2

| WA, USA | Family & Kids, Movies & TV

(I am working at the ticket counter. One of the movies playing is a PG-13 war movie. A customer walks in with two young girls and an infant in her arms.)

Customer: “We want three tickets for [movie].”

Me: “Okay. You are aware that this is a PG-13 movie, correct? It will be somewhat loud and scary for young children.”

Customer: “You have no right to tell me how to raise my children! I am working very hard to raise them, and I don’t need criticism from someone like you, who never even graduated from school!”

(I had.)

Me: “Okay. I’m sorry. Here are your tickets.”

(She storms off in a huff. Fifteen minutes after the movie has started, she comes barreling out of the theater, all three of her children sobbing. My manager steps forward to ask if she is okay, but the woman brushes past her and out of the building.)

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Mall Of The Living Dead

| AZ, USA | Awesome Customers, Family & Kids, Zombies

(Today the store I work in is staying open later than the mall it’s a part of. Its external entrances are open, but there is a large, heavy metal grate over the entrance that connects it to the mall. I see a young girl walk by the entrance with an older female relative, holding her hand.)

Girl: “Oooh!” *moves towards the door*

Older Relative: “No, sweetie. That door is closed. We can’t go into the mall right now.”

Girl: “No, I was just thinking about it.”

Older Relative: “Thinking what, sweetie?”

Girl: “That it’d keep this place really good and protected if the zombies started attacking tonight!”

Acting Like They Were Born In A Bearn

| Austin, TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, History, Language & Words

(I work at a renaissance festival, where the workers are required to be in character when interacting with patrons. Two women are looking around the shop while their two boys, about seven or so, are horsing around with wooden swords. Sometimes I play along with the kids, but they’re getting out of control.)

Little Boy #1: “DIE! I’m gonna get you! I’m gonna kill you!”

Little Boy #2: “Not if I kill you first! RAAAAAAAAAAH!”

(The moms look a little resigned to all this and don’t say anything, but now the boys are starting to trip and hit each other so I step in and yell to be heard over them.)

Me: “Squires! Please take the arts of war outside my shop. We are a peaceful establishment!”

(They stop dead and look at me, dumbfounded. Then they hastily scoot outside and begin whacking each other again.)

Mom: “Wow, can you follow us around all day? They haven’t listened to us once!”