I'm getting sick of Wal-mart employees. After my last run-in with a cashier, they really aren't my favorite people.
Tonight, as I am standing there with my 2 full shopping carts and my 4 children, the lovely cashier made a comment that made me want to kill her.
Okay, maybe not kill her...but a few slaps to the face would have been justified! I am trying to unload my groceries on to the conveyor belt, while trying to calm my one year old, who is in the middle of a screaming fit.
Why was he screaming?, you ask. I don't know. Apparently 45 minutes buckled in one spot is too much for my 17 month old, little boy.
The lovely cashier (who, might I add, was about 60 years old and must forget what it is like to shop with children) has the audacity to say to my son, "Well, that is completely unnecessary."
Excuse me? Who are you? What gives you the right to speak to my son like that? Can you not see me trying to calm him? Are you so old that you forget what it is like to have children, that do not behave perfectly all the time? Can you not recognize a woman who must have so desperately needed groceries, that she would dare take four children aged 6 and under, to the store with her?
Throw me a bone here.