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Getting What You Ask For

, , , , , | Right | June 10, 2022

I work at a famous customizable sandwich shop. We have a pair of regulars, a husband and wife, who always order the same sandwich for their son. Today, we get to the vegetables and the wife stops me.

Wife: “My son always complains that you put too much lettuce on the sandwich. It’s really annoying me. Please put one, and only one, of each kind of vegetable on the sandwich. One slice of cucumber, one tomato, one thin strip of onion, and one-half inch long piece of shredded lettuce.”

We’re not monsters, so I gave them a reasonable amount of vegetables in a salad container.

The next time they came in, the regulars laughingly said the son didn’t speak to either of them for an entire day afterward, and the wife then prompted me to put more lettuce on the sandwich.

What’s More Embarassing: The Mess Or The Tantrum You Just Threw?

, , , , , | Right | June 7, 2022

A young child had an accident in our store and left poop on our floor. The child’s mother just left the mess.

My coworker and I confronted her over the mess. She screamed what I assume was blue bloody murder at us in another language for this. Then, she continued to scream at us for refusing to let her continue to shop.

My coworker put a chair over the mess to stop people from walking through it, but while she was away fetching cleaning equipment, someone moved the chair to fit their trolley down the aisle. The mess got tracked everywhere.

Raising Little Monsters… Literally

, , , , , | Right | June 6, 2022

It is back in the early 1990s when I am a child. I’m with my mother in the electronics section, and across from us, this kid who looks to be in his early adolescent years (somewhere from eleven to thirteen) picks up a Super Nintendo game.

Kid: “Mom, look! It’s the new Street Fighter game I was talking about, it’s finally here!”

Mom: “$70? How about no? Put it back. You’ve got plenty of Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis games already.”

Cue the ensuing, “But Mom!… Why?… Come on!” dialogue for the next minute.

Kid: “I’m not leaving the store until you buy this game.”

Mom: “Put it back. $70 for a game is too much.”

Kid: “You will buy this game.”

Mom: “[Kid], I have bills coming out of my ears I need to pay! I can’t be throwing money around!”

Kid: “You will buy this game.”

Mom: “It’s too expensive. Wait until next year when it’s cheaper. Let’s go.”

The mom begins to push her shopping basket away, and the kid sits on the floor in the middle of the aisle.

Mom: “You’re really going to do this?”

Kid: “I want this game. I’ve been waiting forever for it to come out on Super Nintendo.”

The mom snatches the game and flings it into the shopping basket while muttering profanities under her breath. My own mom turns and looks at a woman standing nearby, whose jaw is gaping open.

Woman: “I swear, if any of my kids ever spoke to me like that—”

My Mom: “Oh, you don’t have to tell me! Trust me!”

It doesn’t end there. We end up behind the duo in the checkout line.

Mom: “[Random Someone] will be coming over for a week at the end of the month—”

Kid: “I don’t want her there!”

Mom: “Well, something has come up with her situation—”

Kid: “I don’t care. I don’t want her over at our house.”

Mom: “[Kid], your dad and I already discussed this—”

Kid: “I said no and that’s final. Tell her to stay in a motel. End of discussion.”

Mom: *Huffing and slamming her items onto the conveyor belt*

To this day, I still fear what kind of nightmare that kid grew into and how many jobs he’s been fired from.

Trips To The Grocery Store With Little Brother Take AAAAAAAGES

, , , , | Related | June 6, 2022

Ages ago, when my younger brother was still in kindergarten, we would take turns picking him up, usually based on who had an opportunity. Due to working late, my dad could only pick him up when he had some paid time off.

One day, when my dad left the house to pick up my brother, my mom left him with the advice, “Don’t use the shortcut through the train station, no matter what.”

When they didn’t return an hour later from what should have been a twenty-minute walk, my mom called my dad. His phone rang on the table.

Me: “Do you think we should search for them?

Mom: “No need. I know where they are. Let your father suffer; he deserves it.”

Another hour later, they finally arrived, my dad exhausted, my brother pleased with himself.

Dad: “Did you know he reads licence plates? He refused to leave the train station’s parking lot before reading every single one!”

My dad learned to listen to my mom the next time he brought my brother home!

Positive Feedback Is Just As Valuable As Negative

, , , , | Friendly | June 6, 2022

I was once in a children’s museum with my niece. There was some kind of climbing structure she was old enough for, but her little legs were so short that she had trouble navigating. A sweet boy a couple of years older helped her through and disappeared before I could thank him.

I saw him again later with his family in a different part of the museum and went over to his mom. 

Me: “Your son was so…”

She got this look on her face like her son was frequently a troublemaker and she was used to getting complaints. When I continued to explain how sweet and helpful he had been, she was so relieved and then grateful that I had come over to thank them.

It doesn’t take much to brighten someone’s day.