Grumpy Old Grandparents Found To Be Lead Cause In Derailing Sales

, , , , , | Related | November 6, 2018

(My stepfather is big on model trains, and he finds a specialized hobby shop. My mother and I go with him, and it’s a very quaint place, almost more like a personal exhibition than a shop at all. There’s an elderly couple behind the counter, and a girl — presumably their granddaughter — sitting in a corner crying. It’s a bit annoying, but it’s hardly going to ruin our day for a six-year-old to cry in the same room we’re in. However, it soon becomes clear that her grandparents are far less tolerant of her than we are, with her grandmother ignoring her completely and grandfather snapping at her.)

Girl: “I want my daddy!”

Grandfather: “Too bad!”

Girl: “I want to go home!”

Grandfather: “Good!”

(We’re all exchanging uneasy glances at this point, and my stepfather is hurriedly browsing items without actively inspecting them anymore. After another minute or so of crying, the phone rings, and the grandfather picks up.)

Grandfather: “Hello? She’s been crying all day! Half an hour? That’s fine.” *hangs up*

Girl: *sobbing* “Is daddy coming to get me?”

Grandfather: “Probably not.”

(We left without buying anything and never went back.)

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Unfiltered Story #106707

, , , , | Unfiltered | March 5, 2018

There are two types of assignments that stick out in my memories of high school. For Spanish, sheets requiring us to answer questions in full sentences, and for History, “why did this guy do what he did?”

For my Spanish assignments, I generally had to look up two or three words to answer twelve or more questions.

For History, I’d look over the paragraphs the questions were supposedly based on, which would always say who the person was and what they did, and then read the paragraphs over, and over, and over, because I couldn’t find the answer to “why” anywhere, just “this guy did this thing” without his motives or results anywhere. So I read the entire chapter over, and over, and over, and his name would come up once or twice more, but still not his motives or results. So I looked him up in the index at the back of the book, read every page he was on over, and over, and over, and there would still be no answer. There were days that I would cry over my assignments, and I could rarely even come CLOSE to answering the question correctly. The only way I was ever able to get the right answer was when the book explicitly laid it out, which wasn’t often enough to save my grades.

The solution I was provided with most was that I just needed to try as hard with History as I did with Spanish.