No Clue At The Zoo, Part 2

(I am currently shopping in a local feed store for some baby chicks. I like to pick them myself, but I always make sure to have a store employee help me. This day, there are quite a lot of people in the store. I ask an employee for help and we go over to the chicks, where there is a mother and her children around looking at them.)

Employee: “Does anyone here need any chicks?”

Mother: “Nope, we are just looking.”

Employee: “Okay, I am going to have to ask you to move because this lady would like to purchase some chicks.”

Mother: “In a few minutes. My kids are looking at them right now.”

Employee: “Ma’am, please step aside so that this customer may pick out and purchase her chicks. I promise you can look at them again after.”

Mother: “No! My children are having fun! You don’t want to spoil their fun, do you?”

(At this point, the kids are distracted by the bunnies anyways, but their mother stubbornly stands in front of the chick brooder, refusing to move.)

Employee: “Ma’am, your children aren’t even here anymore. This lady would like to purchase some of these chicks. Please move so that she can see into the brooder to pick them.”

Mother: “Well, I never! I have never been treated so badly at a zoo!”

Me: “Ma’am, this isn’t a zoo. It’s a feed store. Now the gentleman has asked you several times to move politely. I won’t be so polite. Move.”

(I gently pushed my way past her and started opening the brooder to get a better look. She stomped off in a huff and complained at the front desk. I am a regular at that store, and when I explained the situation to the manager, she laughed at the woman and told her she supported her employees right to ask her to move.)