Half-Baked Parenting

, , , , | Related | July 18, 2017

I’m about six years old. I’ve been disabled since birth, so spending long hours walking around is too much for me. (Thank goodness for getting a wheelchair now! I’m free to shop ’til I drop!)

My mother decides that she wants to go shopping in a little town. I am less than enthusiastic, so she pops in to a bakery, tells me to sit, then leaves.

It takes a little while for the staff to realize she’s not coming back. They ask me where she is, to which I just shrug. I don’t know her number, nor do I have any identification on me. Unable to leave the store to search for my mother, they decide to keep an eye on me until she comes back.

Over the several hours she’s gone, I get bored. I look at the stuffed animals the bakery has for decoration, and (without touching them or getting out of my seat) I start to make up stories for them. The lizard is my favorite. The staff must have noticed, because the owner takes it down and lets me play with it.

Evening arrives, and my mother finally returns. She tells me to give the lizard back, but the owner insists I keep it. I don’t know what they said to my mother that day, but she was angry with me the rest of the way home. I didn’t get left anywhere after that.

To the bakery staff and owner, thank you for dealing with such an unexpected ordeal. I still treasure that lizard you gave me.

Cake In The Face Of Adversity

| UK | Related | July 10, 2017

(I work in an in-store bakery of a supermarket. An elderly customer approaches the counter.)

Customer: “That colourful cake there?”

Me: “Yes?”

Customer: “Can straight people buy it, too?”

Me: “Umm, yes…”

Customer: “Sorry. My grandson just admitted he’s gay, and my b**** of a daughter is refusing to accept it.”

Me: “And you want to get him the cake to celebrate?”

Customer: “I want to throw it in her face, to be honest, but if that means I can buy the cake, sure, let’s go with that.”

Me: “Oh. Well I don’t really mind what you do with the cake after you’ve bought it. You don’t need a reason, or even need to tell me.”

Customer: “Okay. One of those, then, please.”

(While I was preparing the cake, she told me about what had spurred her on. Her daughter had kicked her grandson out after coming out, and this was the least hostile thing she could come up with to confront her.)

The Cake Is A Ploy

| MN, USA | Right | July 4, 2017

(I work as a cake decorator in the bakery at a big name store. A lady comes in to pick up a cake that she claims she ordered.)

Me: “I’m so sorry, ma’am, but I believe your order was misplaced. Do you know who took your order?”

Lady: “All I know is that it was a man.” *she sighs and drops her hip, crossing her arms* “You know, this happened last time I ordered from you. It happened to my graduation cake!”

Me: “Again, ma’am, I really am sorry. This has never happened before. We can whip you up a cake in about 15 minutes; let me get an order form.”

(She tells me the flavor and written message. I apologize several times then she storms off to shop. In the meantime my coworker stops her tiered cake and rushes to decorate this woman’s cake. We both asked our only two male coworkers if they took an order for a cake. Neither of them have taken an order, and it has been quite some time since they had. One suggests that maybe she ordered from another store. She returns 15 minutes later.)

Coworker: “Here you go, ma’am. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. We asked our only two male workers about the orders and neither of them took any orders within the last few weeks. Is it possible that you called another store?”

Lady: “Oh… well… You know, I had it written down, in my planner and…” *she trails off, kind of realizing that she probably ordered from another chain*

(After she left we all immediately gathered together in confusion, discussed it, and went on with our day. I have a feeling that somewhere nearby, at a close chain store, they have a cake waiting to be picked up by her. Either that or she wanted either a discount for her “troubles” or a fast cake because she forgot to place an order.)

Unfiltered Story #88987

, , | Unfiltered | May 31, 2017

A mother walks in with her 8-10 year-old son whom is wearing a superhero-like mask over his eyes. The mother asks for some pizza and is looking at the pastries while her son stares at the cookies.

Mother: (to son) Which do you want to bring?

Son: (jabbing finger into cookie display case) That one, that one, that one, that.

Mother: Which?

Son: (jabbing harder and bellowing at his mother now) THAT ONE, THAT ONE, THAT ONE, AND THAT ONE!

Mother: (fed up) Ok, I’m not getting you anything.

Son: (freaking out and still jabbing the glass with his finger) NO! I WANT THAT ONE, THAT, THAT, AND THAT!

Mother: Which ones?

Son: (just as loud and rude) THAT ONE, THAT ONE, THAT ONE, AND THAT ONE!

As the mother is repeatedly asking her son which cookies he wants, I have been watching him through the glass behind the display case and already have his cookies. My eyes are completely bugging out of my head. This is by far one of the rudest children I’ve seen in a while. I meet the mother at the counter and her son has gone to the door where there are chimes to let us know when people come into the store. He is messing with the and making a lot of noise.

Me: (to her son) Honey –

Mother: Yeah, YOU tell him.

Me: Please, don’t do that.

Son: Why?

Me: Because it’s loud and annoying.

Son: Oh. (He stops and goes over to a baguette in a basket) Hey, mom look! (And he grabs the exposed part of the baguette)

Me: Ok, I can’t sell that now because he touched it.

(The mother and son are starting to leave.)

Me: Ma’am, I can’t sell this because he touched it.

Mother: (to son) You touched it! Now I have to buy it!

Son: So if we touch stuff that means we get it for free?

Mom: NO!

Me: I can’t sell it to anybody else because you touched it.

Son: Oh.

Mother: You’d better eat this since I had to buy it!

(If I had done ANY of that when I was his age, my Nanna would never have taken me anywhere again. I would have been RUSHED out of the store and called by my middle name until I felt the fear of God. Parents aren’t willing to correct their own children, but of course they’ll let a total stranger do it!)

They’re Terribly Attentive

, | TX, USA | Right | May 26, 2017

Me: “Welcome! How are you today?”

Customer: “Terrible.”

Me: “Oh, no, I’m sorry to hear that! What’s wrong?”

Customer: “You were actually paying attention? I just said that to see if you were listening.”

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