I’m working on a shelf and this little girl is telling her mom that she wants a certain type of syrup (Grade A Maple). But her mother knows she wants the sweeter kind so she grabs the Grade B. This little girl starts to complain, looking through her cell phone to prove her mother wrong.
The mother is a simple lady. The type to please her daughter but still wanting to make sure she gets the right product. She comes to me and asked if Grade A was sweeter. I tell her its sweet but Grade B is sweeter. She brings her daughter back to me and asks me to explain to her. So I started to explain and this little brat is taking a selfie of herself in front of her mother and I.
They walk away and I work on my shelf again.
It must have been twenty minutes later and the mother is back to find something on my aisle. Her daughter won’t shut up. Shes complaining that they have been in the store too long. Her mother pulls out a bottle of buffalo sauce and is super excited that it had xylitol instead of sugar. I smiled because she smiled. Then my smile disappeared as distress fell upon her face. Her daughter screamed, and I quote “I DON’T WANT TO BUY THAT!”
Enough is enough. “She’s buying that! Not you” They both looked at me shocked. Her mother asked what I said, “I said she is buying that. Not you. She is buying that with her own money.” The mother smiles and comes to me and explains her excitement of the product in her hand, and I smiled again. Her daughter comes up to me, “we have no use for it!” the mother explains she is a vegetarian. “Yeah, I’m a vegetarian, I mean what else can you put buffalo sauce on other then chicken” with a snide tone. “Well you can put it on a burger, or pizza or fries, I put it on my rice sometimes” I replied calmly. “Well I don’t want it sweet” she replied quickly. “Its not sweet, they just replaced the high fructose corn syrup with xylitol. All buffalo sauce have some form of sugar,” I gave a face of triumph. “FINE! But paying for it, is useless”
The mother at this point frowned. And I helped her out, for her troubles I gave it to her for free. It took a while for her to understand, because of her broken english, but when she understood she thanked me and called me a saint.
Her snide daughter just asked her why she was thanking me. I told her that they would try the sauce for free. A evil smirk came across this little girls face. She turned to me “Thank You” and then turned to her mother “You’re WELCOME!”
I reached my boiling point.
"NO! I didn’t do this for you. I did this for your mother. You don’t say "You’re Welcome" to your mother. You say "Thank You."" I shut this little girl down. And her mother let me do it. "You need to respect your mom. She cares for you and makes sure she looks at all the ingredients so you can stay eating vegetarian. You don’t respect her or me, and don’t you even say a word about it. You were taking a selfie with your phone when I was trying to explain to you earlier about the maple syrup. You need to pay attention to your mother because she has your best interest!"
The daughter stuttered trying to rebuttle, she clenched her phone hard and her mother placed her hands around her shoulder. She smiled at me and said thank you.