FormerRetailer here and, once again, with a story about my mother. Except this time, I was there as well. You might remember, my mother was the awesome one who told an annoying mom off for telling her kid to leave a trip hazard in the store.
First off, I want to make something clear about my mom. My mom is awesome. She’s not a crusty. She’s a good customer and we have been known to brighten retailer slaves’ days, even if it’s simply by laughing about a funny brand name in the kitchen utensils department. And my mom is not a bitch. She only turns into a bitch if you’re one to her first.
Well, this one takes place in a supermarket we went to for our weekly Saturday shopping. While standing in line, the cashier is ringing up our items and I get the usual job of putting them into the cart, my mom stage-whispered to me, in English, “Wonder if I should tell this old lady to stop shoving her cart up my ass.” Since majority of our items were already rung up and in the cart, I told her No, since it really wouldn’t take much longer except a few seconds. The area between the cash registers is very narrow, only one cart-width wide and anyone trying to shove past when there is clearly no room… well, obviously is doing something wrong.
So, items are rung up and my mother puts the card into the reader, beginning to put in her PIN.
Suddenly, the old lady behind her pipes up with a snotty, “Would you let me get by here already?!”
To which my mom instantly replied, “Let me pay first, please!” in a very loud voice.
Yes, unlike my mother, I am very introverted. It takes a lot for me to snap, but I generally avoid doing it, especially around my mom. Likely cause I respect her a ton and also, well, I know she can handle herself just fine. I know something went down cause she caught up while I was putting our groceries into the trolley shortly after, telling me I had “missed all the action”.
Turns out, old lady had an old husband shopping with her. Since my mom was leaving and there was finally room in the small space of where the customers line up and for the old lady to finally move her cart, they moved their cart.
Old Man: (whispering rather loudly) She’s insane…
Mom: (back at their side in three large strides)
Old Man: (pulls his hand back like he’s about to hit her)
Mom: (almost leaning in his face in an “I dare you” fashion) I learned my manners in my nursery AND I kept them as I got older!
Old Couple: (standing silently in shock)
And that’s when mom caught up to me. Part of me wishes I had seen this, another part of me is kind of glad cause I really don’t like causing scenes, even if I’m more of a bystander. But it was great to know my mom managed to put them in their place. Sure, my mom has begun to go along the lines of “I am __ years old, I do not need to take this crap anymore,” but she still knows when it’s appropriate to not take someone’s crap and when she still knows that some stuff has to be taken. This couple? Seemed to be at least 15 years older than she and were rude. Especially with a silly little teenager insult of “She’s insane.”
May all your moms be as awesome as mine (or old custies know to not be asses),