Many years ago, I was poring over a clearance rack, looking for clothes for my niece and nephew, who always loved Aunt [My Name]’s clothes gifts when they were small. Now, I shudder to think what would happen if I tried to buy their clothes, but they are not part of this annoying experience.
I had pulled quite a few pieces for them and was looking for more when I felt a pain in my leg from behind. I turned and saw nothing, so I went back to bargain-hunting. Then, there was another pain, and again, I saw nothing to have caused it, so I turned sideways for better viewing.
Suddenly, a little boy jumped out from under the next rack full of adult clearance clothing with some kind of stick, and he poked my leg. This time, I saw him.
Me: “What’s your name?”
He did not answer but disappeared under the clothing again.
Now I was standing facing the rack he used for hiding. I saw him about to launch another assault, I stepped back, and he missed. This prompted him to scream as if he had been hurt, and a woman emerged from another part of the store. (Mamas know the cries of their offspring.)
Woman: “What did you do to my baby?!”
Me: “He’s been hiding under the clothes on this rack and poking my leg with a stick. The last time he tried it, I moved, and he missed. That’s when he started screaming.”
Woman: *Standing there with her arms crossed* “What did you do to him?”
Me: “Again, I just moved away on his last attack, and he was angry that I moved.”
She snatched him up and dried his tears.
Woman: “I will report you to the store if you bother my child again.”
I watched her walk away and hoped I would never be that way if I had a child.