The Mom Is Kinda Nutty

A mother tells her son to order his own ice cream; he is about nine years old or so. He orders his ice cream, and I ask if he wants any toppings.

Kid: “Peanuts on top, please.”

The mother is busy on the phone with her wallet or something and doesn’t hear the order. I go to hand the kid his cone, and the mother looks up and flips the f*** out.

Mother: “My son is allergic to peanuts!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, he ordered them himself. I’ll just toss this aside and make him a new one. Is that all right?”

Mother: “He never would have ordered peanuts, because he knows he is allergic to them!”

The kid is standing there wide-eyed and silent, staring off into the distance. The mother pays and goes off muttering about how “ridiculous this place is”.

Mother: “You can’t just put peanuts on things when people don’t ask for them!”