The Biggest Baby Here Isn’t The Toddler, Part 2
I am working for a now-defunct toy superstore. A woman comes in carrying her child. She is best described as overly-chatty.
Mother: “I need a loud toy for my baby! He’s almost one. The louder and more obnoxious the better!”
Me: “Oh! Well, I—”
Mother: “It’s for a wedding, you see.”
Me: “A wedding, well—”
Mother: “The couple has the gall — the gall! — to say that no children are allowed at the wedding! Can you believe that?!“
Me: “Well, I guess that—”
Mother: “So, I’m gonna teach those people a lesson! Not only am I bringing my baby, but he’s going to make so much noise they will regret discriminating against me as a mother!”
Me: “I’m not sure that—”
Mother: “It’s hard enough being a mother these days! And now this! It’s violating my rights!”
And with that, she stormed off to find something noisy and wedding-ruiny.
I heard she spoke to a coworker demanding to know why they don’t make mini drum kits for one-year-olds.
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Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
