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Category: Family & Kids

Meeting The Evil Stepmother

| USA | Family & Kids, Holidays, Movies & TV, Theme Of The Month

(I am visiting my grandparents for the holidays. It’s the day after Christmas. My family all go to the movies. Because I am the only kid, I go to go see Tangled. My parents and grandparents go to see an R-rated movie. Even though I am sixteen at the time, I love Disney. I am sitting in the middle row waiting for the movie to start, when an older customer and her grandchildren come in.)

Customer: *snorts* “You should be ashamed of yourself! Someone your age seeing a Disney movie by yourself!”

Me: “You are never too old to see a Disney movie. Besides, it’s not any of your business what I watch.”

(The customer stomps off, taking her grandkids to the front row. I roll my eyes. Then another customer walks up to me.)

Other Customer: “She was rude, huh? Just so you know, I am 38 years old and I love Disney. I came here by myself because my sons would not come with me. Do you mind if I sit by you?”

Me: “Of course!”

(The other customer and I talk about all our favorite Disney movies. We both very much enjoyed the movie, even if the grandmother was turning around to glare at us during the whole movie!)

Lying Is All Relative(s), Part 2

| Adelaide, SA, Australia | Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers

(My sister and I work in a bakery owned by our family; our grandma is the owner.)

Customer: “Hi. I’m the owner’s daughter. So, I can get my food for free, okay?”

Me: “Okay. I’ll call your mother in, okay?”

(The customer nervously nods. I call in my grandma.)

Grandma: “What is it?”

Me: “Oh, this customer says you’re her mum.”

(My grandma looks at the customer.)

Grandma: “I have never seen you in my life. Also, you look about twenty. So you could pass as my granddaughter, but not as my daughter!”

(The customer ran out quickly!)

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Misery In A Can

| FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

(I’ve just finished stocking an end-cap of soup cans. It has taken me about 20 minutes to get them all lined up properly. As I’m walking away, a little boy of about six or seven comes charging up. He kicks the cans on the bottom shelf over, sending them flying everywhere. Then he grabs two and throws them, one hitting another customer in the shin and the other smashing right through a glass bottle of cheap wine.)

Me: “HEY! What the heck are you doing, kid?!”

Boy: “My mommy said I should go make someone else miserable for once!”