From Not Always Right: What Should Be A New Federal Law: Customers Clean Up The Messes They Make
I overhear a mother who is shopping with her son, likely around three years old.
Young Boy: “Mom! I gotta go potty! Moooom!”
She ignores him and keeps shopping.
Young Boy: Almost crying. “Moooom! I gotta go!”
Mother: “Stop it [Son’s Name], I’m almost done!”
He cried and ran…dropping a trail of tu rds out of the leg of his shorts.
Me: “Ma’am, your son has had an accident.”
Mother: “So?”
Me: “You’re cleaning that up.”
Mother: Stunned. “Why?!”
Me: “Because the customer washroom is literally fifteen feet away and was available this whole time…”
NOT my story, thank goodness!
From Not Always Right: What Should Be A New Federal Law: Customers Clean Up The Messes They Make
I overhear a mother who is shopping with her son, likely around three years old.
Young Boy: “Mom! I gotta go potty! Moooom!”
She ignores him and keeps shopping.
Young Boy: Almost crying. “Moooom! I gotta go!”
Mother: “Stop it [Son’s Name], I’m almost done!”
He cried and ran…dropping a trail of tu rds out of the leg of his shorts.
Me: “Ma’am, your son has had an accident.”
Mother: “So?”
Me: “You’re cleaning that up.”
Mother: Stunned. “Why?!”
Me: “Because the customer washroom is literally fifteen feet away and was available this whole time…”
NOT my story, thank goodness!