Children’s Art Is Piss Poor

(I’m overseeing the self-serve registers when I notice a young boy standing in a puddle of yellow liquid. I walk over to his mother, who’s too preoccupied with scanning her groceries to have noticed.)

Me: “Excuse me.”

Customer: “Yes?”

(I just point at the offending yellow puddle at her son’s feet.)

Customer: “Oh.”

(The customer yanked her son out of the puddle. Then, she rummaged through her purse to find a piece of A4 paper, with what appeared to be a drawing by her young son on it. She placed her son’s drawing on the puddle, covering only about a third of the puddle, and then grabbed her son by the hand and dragged him out of the store without even a sorry. I can only assume she’d hoped the drawing would soak up the puddle, but all she really did was leave me with a four-year-old’s pee-soaked drawing that I had to dispose of, on top of everything else.)