Category: Family & Kids


Take A Costume And Make It All Mime

TN, USA | Employees, Family & Kids, Holidays

(My mom works at a fabric store and she is allowed to dress up as anything for Halloween. In looking for an excuse to not talk to customers, she dresses up as a zombie that has a slit throat. She goes around the store just… staring with a serine look. After Halloween one of the managers speaks to her.)

Manager: “[Mom], you creeped out a lot of our customers yesterday. Even the teenage boys were creeped out by you. From now on, everyone is going to need to check in on what they’re going to dress up as.”

(The following year, she dresses up as a mime. She walk up to a customer looking at fabric and my mom starts pulling different ones out for her.)

Customer: “No, no, no. It needs to hit me.”

Mom: *prepares to hit her with the fabric*

Customer: *laughing* “No. Not like that.”


Parental Guidance

| Saint Louis, MO, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Family & Kids

(I have taken my son, who is three, to grab some fabric to fix a T-shirt and a pattern for a Halloween costume.)

Son: *generally being a rowdy three-year-old, touching products and being told to stop*

Cashier: *to me* “He’s the second-worst kid I’ve ever seen who doesn’t listen.”

Me: *laughing, assuming she meant it lightheartedly* “Yeah, I hear it’s the age.”

Cashier: *with a matter of fact attitude* “No offense, but I’m pretty sure it’s just bad parenting.”

Me: *silently and tearfully pays and rushes out of the store*

Cashier: “Have a nice day!”

(I called my husband sobbing and he suggested that I call the store and complain to the manager, who apologized when they heard the story. Our family won’t be returning to that store; we’ll go twice as far for cashiers that aren’t total jerks.)


A Pornucopia Of Art

| NY, USA | Family & Kids, Rude & Risque

(My art class goes to New York for a field trip, and allows my mom and 12-year-old brother come along. We step into this small museum that’s dimly lit and in the first room, we see a woman on a screen walking up to us and getting bigger and bigger and screaming.)

Mom: “Well, that was weird.”

Brother: “Why was the lady screaming?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

(Then we walk into another room where there are binoculars on the walls. And nothing else. I peer into one of them.)

Mom: *looking and frowning* “What is it?”

Me: *blinking* “I don’t know, I— Oh, my GOD! It’s PORN!”

(There were tiny pictures of naked people having sex on the walls! My mom tries to pull my little brother away, but too late.)

Brother: “Mom, why are there naked people there? What are they doing?”

Mom: “I don’t know! Let’s get out of here!”

(I agreed and we ran for it! The volunteer, a lady, gave us funny looks as we booked it. Never went back. There really ought to be a warning.)

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