I worked at a chain pet retailer. I always tried to deter small children when their parents asked to hold the smaller animals, and this story is exactly why. For reference, robo hamsters are about an inch long and weigh less than an ounce.
Mom: “My son wants to hold a robo hamster.”
Me: “How old is your son? Robo hamsters are very quick, so—”
Mom: “He’s four, but I’ll be there with him.”
Me: “Are you going to buy it?”
Mom: “Oh, my God, no. I hate rodents!”
Me: “Right, so, if he wants to just hold an animal, might I suggest a guinea pig? They’re much friendlier, and—”
Mom: “Look, customers like me get your paycheck filled. Get us the robo hamster, or get your manager.”
Me: “Okay, I’ll be back.”
I go to get my manager. She is of the mindset that a customer is never wrong, so I let her handle these things.
Me: “Hey, [Manager], there’s a mother with her four-year-old who wants to hold a robo hamster, but they’re not buying anything.”
Manager: “Are you afraid of the robo hamsters or something?”
Me: “No, but they are very fast, and every time we allow a small child to hold one, it goes missing.”
Manager: “Fine! I’ll do it.”
[Manager] goes to introduce herself to the mother and child. I follow with a small box.
Manager: “Okay honey, here is what we have to do: I’m going to bring the enclosure down, and you can put your hand in and let the hamster come to you. We don’t want him running away, though, so don’t lift your hands out of the container, okay?”
Four-Year-Old: *Nodding excitedly* “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Are you watching, Mom?”
Mom: *Scrolling on her phone* “I’m right here.”
[Manager] brings the enclosure down and removes the lid. The boy shoves both hands in, and the little hamsters immediately come over to him. He cups one in his hands and lifts it so it’s in the air about a foot above the enclosure. [Manager] moves to guide his hands back to safety, but it’s too late. The hamster jumps and skitters off under another shelf.
The boy screams — whether he’s excited or scared, I don’t know. Mom looks up from her phone.
Mom: “What happened?”
Me: “It escaped.”
Mom: “Well, why would it do that?”
Me: “Well—”
Manager: “[My Name], go see if you can catch it.”
I walk off, knowing I’ll never see that hamster again. A few minutes later, [Manager] finds me crawling on the floor, looking around.
Manager: “I don’t know what has gotten into you, but this has to stop. You can’t tell people they can’t hold pets, and you can’t make them feel bad when things go wrong.”
Me: “I am here for the safety and well-being of our animals over the entitlement of a woman and her child.”
Manager: “You—”
Me: “I determined that an overstimulated four-year-old holding the smallest, fastest hamster we have was a bad choice, but his mom wanted you. You determined that a four-year-old was capable of holding his excitement in check. This is not my fault.”
Manager: “Well… next time, just be more aware!”
Me: “Of what? What did I miss?”
Manager: “You could have… You know what? Just find the hamster!”
I found it a few days later, but it was not in any condition to sell. It went to the vet for a checkup but ultimately was not returned to the store. [Manager] finally decided that only potential buyers could hold animals, and anyone under twelve was an absolute no.
I was written up for my attitude, but I didn’t care; I was already looking for another job. When the new job asked for a start date, I told [Manager] I was leaving at the end of my shift and not coming back.