I was forced to make a mad dash into Helmart this eve for a gallon of milk. I am ALWAYS disgruntled when forced into this evil den of cheapness.
My neighborhood Helmart has 24 checkouts-none of which are self-check. It doesn't matter what time of day or night I go, there are NEVER EVER more than four lanes open. The lines could be twelve people deep and they will not open another lane.
However, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Big Yankee promised to make chocolate chip pancakes for dinner and came home to find two drops of milk. The kids were desperate for some Daddy time which is how I ended up in the sea if inefficiency.
As I yanked on a cart trying to break it free from the chain gang, I saw two young women hoisting a baby carrier into a cart and trying to figure out what to do with a young boy. I moved past them quickly and went about my business.
I was en route to the boys section when I came across the small group again. He was crying and clearly exhausted for traipsing around the fiery pits of retail hell.
He was being THREE.
At 7:30 at night
in cramped store
with blaring music
and bright lights.
Mom proceeds to loudly say, "You keep crying like this and I'm calling Santa. I'm telling him to take back ALL of your presents. Every single one. No, I'm going to tell him to give all of your toys to cousin Owen and you get nothin."
And he cried harder.
My heart broke for him.
He's three. It's not even December and you are using the Santa threat on him? Come on lady, mom up!
What are your thoughts on the Santa threat?