When You Become A Parent, You Become The ONLY Parent

(I’m working a kiddie ride at an amusement park, and the ride is full. A little girl rushes to get on, but I stop her.)

Me: “Excuse me, sweetie. Can you wait?”

(The little girl ignores me, so I gently grab her and stop her from sprinting up the stairs. Her mother steps forward.)

Mother: “She’s only two.”

Me: “It’s all right.”

Mother: “You should be able to deal with little kids; it’s your job.”

Me: “I’m fine, miss. The ride’s just full, so I couldn’t let her on.”

Mother: “You could have told her parents.”

Me: “I don’t always know who the parents are, miss.”

Mother: “You could have looked up and seen me standing right here.”

Me: “Along with seven other parents.”

(She got all pissy and grabbed her kid and ran off.)