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Ballooning Out Of Control

| Greenwich, CT, USA | Crazy Requests, Family & Kids

(I am doing some community service the other day, handing out balloons at an adopt-a-dog fair. I have been working for a few hours when a family of three approaches.)

Me: “Hello, would you like a balloon?”

Woman: *snatches her baby away* “How dare you offer a balloon to a child? Do you realize how dangerous those are? Are you trying to kill my baby? Call your manager right this instant!”

Me: *taken aback* “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t actually work here. I’m doing community service.”

Woman: *huffs* “Don’t lie to me, missy! Do you think I’m stupid? You’re just lying to get out of trouble! Now, call your manager. Now!”

Me: *starting to get really fed up* “I don’t work here! I’m just here to I hand out balloons, and clearly you don’t want one, so I would suggest moving on to some of our other attractions.”

Woman: “Why, of all the disrespectful—”

(She has started to get pretty loud, so one of the managers running the fair wanders over to see what’s going on.)

Manager: “Is there a problem?”

Woman: “Finally! This young lady tried to give my child a balloon! Those can strangle kids! I demand to have her fired immediately!”

Manager: *bewildered* “Sorry, what?”

Woman: “She tried to murder my child! I can press charges!”

Manager: “Right… Well, why don’t you go off and do that now…”

(The woman’s storms off, taking her child with her. Her husband, who has been silent throughout the entire conversation, stays behind.)

Husband: “Well, I don’t know about her, but I’d like a balloon…”

My Little-Minded Brony

| UK | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Geeks Rule, Movies & TV

(It’s my day off so I go to the toy shop where I work with my eight-year-old niece. She’s a huge fan of ‘My Little Pony,’ so we’re off looking at toys. Two men are already there, talking about the show. My niece is pretty social, so she tries to strike up a conversation while I eye the display.)

Niece: “Ooh, you like My Little Pony, too?! Who’s your favourite? I love Fluttershy; she’s so pretty and kind. That’s how I want to be when I grow up.”

Man #1: “You’re a fan, huh? I guess you’ve got all the merchandise then?”

Niece: “Merch… an… dise?”

Man #2: “The toys and stuff. Don’t you have any?”

Niece: “Oh… yeah! I got some for my birthday!”

Man #1: “So you probably know the names of all the main characters, then?”

Niece: *lists characters*

Man #2: “What about the episode names?”

Niece: “Um…”

Man #1: “Don’t you know them?”

(I’m starting to get quite annoyed.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

(They both give me defensive looks.)

Man #1: “Nothing!”

Man #2: “We just wanted to know if she’s a real fan or one of those fake geek girls.”

Man #1: “She can’t even name the episodes.”

Man #2: “Bet she hasn’t even watched them all.”

(My niece is starting to get upset, so I lose all patience.)

Me:” Are you serious? All it takes to be a fan is for someone to like and enjoy something. Where do you get off acting so smug because you know more about a show for little girls than its intended audience?”

Man #1: “Are you saying men can’t like stuff for girls? That’s sexist!”

Me: “Sexist?! I’m not the one spewing misogynistic nonsense at a child simply because they can’t pass some pointless memory test. You obviously haven’t learned much, since the TV show is all about friendship and treating people with respect! Now, shove off or grow up!”

(They storm off. I turn round to see my manager watching me.)

Me: “Am I fired?”

Manager: “You’re not in uniform; they don’t know you work here. Besides, if someone talked to my kids like that, I’d knock them out.”

(My niece cheered up after a while, and I bought her some new ‘merchandise’. I hope those men went home and watched the show again, and maybe took its message to heart this time.)

A Plate Of Justice With Extra Dressing

| UT, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Top

(I am a cashier at a shop that specializes in fine clothing, like for proms and weddings. As such we have MANY white dresses made from materials that are easily soiled.)

Me: “Welcome to [Bridal Store]. How may I help you?”

Mother: “I just wanted to see what kind of dresses you have. I’m getting married soon.”

Me: “Congratulations! My supervisor is just over there, and she can help you out with anything you need.”

(At this point, I notice that a small boy followed her in, and he is carrying one of those family-sized bags of cheesy snacks. I can immediately predict this turning sour.)

Me: “Ma’am, if you’d like, we have a room in the back that your son can play in. We have a selection of toys and movies that he may like.”

Mother: “It’ll be fine. [Son] is a dearie, and he won’t mess anything up.”

(I just shrug it off, but try to keep an eye on the little boy. My attention is diverted by a lady purchasing a bow tie for her husband. By the time I am done with her, the little boy is nowhere to be seen, and I assume that he has gotten bored and gone into the room to play. After a while, the lady comes back up with a layaway check and a girdle.)

Me: “Thank you for making us your choice for your wedding dress. Your total is [total].”

Mother: “You haven’t seen my son, have you?”

Me: “He’s probably in the room in the back. You’re welcome to go back there if you’d like.”

Mother: “I’ll get him after I’m done here.”

(She proceeds to finish her order, gets her son, and leaves. I still feel uneasy about the little boy with the big bag of food.)

Me: “[Owner], I’m going to check inventory. I kinda feel off about that little boy.

(I get up and start searching the dresses, and find at least a half dozen dresses of varying styles and colors, a bunch of tablecloths, and even the dressing room mirrors with nice, smeary orange hand prints. I gather the dresses and cloths up and show them to my boss.)

Owner: *takes one look* “Put them with her dress in layaway. She just chose her bridesmaid dresses.”

(She later came back and tried to contest the extra dresses, claiming that they’re “not the ones she wanted,” and even threatened to report us to our local Better Business Bureau for “framing her innocent child.” Regardless, none of it worked. As a final attempt to make us feel bad, she gave us a picture of her bridesmaids and her wearing all those soiled dresses. We framed it.)