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This Is A Special Kind Of Bad Parenting

, , , , | Right | January 6, 2022

A woman used to come in with her wild children — five under six — and proceed to treat the store and its employees like babysitters while she did her shopping across the street. Her children opened countless boxes and destroyed products and stands.

Often, she was only gone for thirty or forty minutes. Whenever she came back, she always complained that her children weren’t given “toys and food” and that she doesn’t shop at our store for that reason.

Our store owner privately called CPS on her for abandoning her children twice in 2019 before we eventually banned her. She started coming back in just before I left in the summer of 2020, and we had police intervention when we banned her that time.

When I went back to shop later, I saw her walking down the street with her children, so I’m not sure what came of any of it.

When It Rains, It Pours, And You Can’t Just Ignore It

, , , , , , , | Working | January 6, 2022

Due to a very traumatic incident as a child, I am terrified of being out in the rain. It causes me to go into a panic attack and I shut down for about a half-hour until I can calm down. I’ve gotten better over the years, but being out in a heavy rainstorm still sets me off. I get to work one day while it’s raining, and it’s getting worse by the second. I steel myself and then rush through the parking lot to get inside, about a 100-yard dash. I get in and think nothing of it, as I’m a little early.

One of my coworkers rushes up to me to tell me that I, somehow, have left my car running in the parking lot. I feel for my keys and check my purse, but it’s true. I’m filled with dread as I realize I have to run back out in the storm to turn my car off, and by now the sky is completely black at 2:45 pm.

I run out, panicking by the second, and I manage to turn my car off and start to rush back, but I can’t move as fast anymore, as I’ve already exhausted my out-of-shape self from doing this dash twice already. That’s when I see a shuttle bus driving up.

Though my store and the resort we are next to are technically two separate businesses, we are owned by the same people, to the extent that the resort’s Human Resources department doubles as ours. The driver is a coworker of mine, as well. I am the only person in that parking lot when the bus slows down in front of me, stops, and opens its door. I run to the door, grateful for the quick lift back to the store, but the door is shut in my face and the bus drives off.

I get back into the office and am thrown into a full panic attack, having to breathe into a paper bag to calm down, trying to not cry or go into a violent fit. I eventually calm back down enough to go to work. 

About a half-hour into my shift, one of the resort’s higher-ups comes in. I don’t know him, or his specific department, but he would have to be Human Resources at a minimum. He asks me if I’m okay when he sees the state I’m in, and, not really thinking about it, I tell him about the shuttle bus. He nods along as I tell the story, takes his purchase, says he hopes I feel better soon, and leaves.

The next day, I come into work to hear the latest gossip: one of the shuttle bus drivers was fired yesterday for intentionally leaving someone stranded in the rain.

No Dressing Up This Bad Behavior

, , , | Right | January 6, 2022

In my city, there used to be an annual sporting event that developed into a two-day social party at the stadium. Attendees generally went in costume; there could be prizes for best, most original, best group, etc.

There weren’t that many costume shops in the city, and rental places had a heck of a time because of the state things would be returned in. Our department store had cheaply made costumes in our party section. The general policy was that we wouldn’t take returns, refunds, or exchanges on costumes unless they were faulty and had not been worn; tried on should have been fine, except the number of people that returned “faulty” items that had been damaged because people had bought the wrong size caused problems.

Still, people would try to return costumes as “unworn” when they had clearly been through the wash (frayed edges, colour bleed) or, worse still, reeked of spilt alcohol and body odour. People would even wear them just for the first day and bring them back the morning of the second, hoping to exchange it for something new.

Mostly, our manager stood with us on not taking used costumes back, but enough people complained on social media that the head office ruled that any item could be returned if not fit for purpose within a week of purchase.

Then, they couldn’t understand why our store would take a financial hit from returns and faulty goods every February.

A Most Opportune Theft

, , , , , , | Friendly | January 6, 2022

My friend and I were exchanging crazy travel experiences we’ve had with scammers, thieves, etc.

My friend told me this story. He was traveling by subway, and while waiting for his train, he walked away to look at the train-line map. When he noticed his train had come, he quickly hopped on the train and sat down.

As the train was leaving, he realized he’d left his suitcase behind and started panicking about what to do next. Then, across from him sat this guy with his suitcase! He quickly confronted the guy, who denied stealing his bag. After some arguing and with the threat of getting the police involved, the thief eventually conceded the bag.

I then had to point out to my friend that if the would-be thief hadn’t grabbed his bag, giving him the opportunity to get it back, it certainly would have been long gone by the time he could have made it back. So, really, the thief did him a favor!

My friend didn’t appreciate my point of view. Ha!

You’ve Got To Be Kitten Me, Part 3

, , , , , | Right | January 5, 2022

I work as a volunteer at a no-kill animal shelter that will take back any pets that were adopted but returned, and, while I know there are some people that should not have pets, I am still taken by surprise by the audacity of one cat’s return.

Twelve years ago, a couple adopted a sweet kitten, and we thought that everything ended happily ever after. Cut to the present day, and the now twelve-year-old cat was brought back despite all those long, happy years spent together.

The reason?

The new kitten didn’t like her!

You’ve Got To Be Kitten Me, Part 2
You’ve Got To Be Kitten Me