From Svargas05: My son's reaction to automatic sliding doors.
From Svargas05: My son's reaction to automatic sliding doors.
The bookstore that I happen to work at is near an entrance in what is basically THE mall in the town I live in. It is the closest thing to "culture" that we have - and while it is normally hellish enough on the weekends, it's sometimes downright dead during the week.
The mall normally holds a Halloween Trick or Treat event that has the stores pass out a fair amount of candy to a fair amount of children. Usually a decent turn-out, and the mall hosts what is a nice event for somewhere just under 500 young kids in cute costumes.
Well, tonight it stormed like a bitch, and thus Halloween night is, essentially, cancelled for the night for all of the kiddies in the area. If only there were an enclosed space in which the brats could all beg in a mumbling manner for candy...
Well, as it turns out, EVERY parent - as well as, for some reason, a handful of ridiculous teenagers - got the same idea and turned out to the mall to badger the shops into giving their children candy. This had become so very huge that when I walked into work, I was immediately told that I was in charge of handing out candy to the children.
Going to the mall side entrance of the store, I stood next to a co worker who had already been there and began handing out candy. I was under the impression that he would be joining me. Uh, as it turns out, that wasn't fucking happening.
He disappeared sometime after he got a refill on the candy, and I was left, alone, a few times when I was out of candy and had to handle telling children and their parents that I had run out. Most people were pleasant about this rather reasonable set back, but then there was the minority of smegma who rolled their eyes and had the nerve to expect something out of the charity that a business is giving to their children. "Well, you guys should have expected this turn out, with it raining outside."
Thirty minutes in - my co worker, who had been sent out for a "candy run" to the ridiculously over priced boutique in the mall was no where to be seen, and in a surreal way that you'd think that you'd only see in a movie like Brazil, the line of children who were waiting for a single piece of friggin candy stretched allllllll the long way down the hallway that separated the book store on one side to the coffee shop and the rotunda. Holy Christ you would have needed to see it to believe the amount of two-year olds in cheap princess dresses and boys wearing off-brand Scream masks to know what a sheer, children-orientated panic feels like.
I believe that this must be a good deal what it is like before and after Christmas Day for a Build-a-Bear employee. Christ are people who work with kids on a day to day basis much more patient than I will ever be.
My co-worker returned some time later with $15 worth of candy that came directly from out of my manager's pocket. It was small, fruit-flavored tootsie-rolls that I was instructed to give no more than one to every kid. This later got supplemented with Halloween-themed stickers and temporary tattoos.
This, unbelievably, ran out, an hour and fifteen minutes into what was supposed to be a two hour long event, with all of the children in attendance doing nothing more than standing in the sort of line that would only be normal for a Harry Potter midnight release. Not for a single. Piece. Of. Candy - or two stickers/temporary tattoos.
Thankfully, the unchangingly looooonnnggg line of people dissipated with little grumbling - although almost none actually went into the store to at least browse. They took their candy and left, leaving the store a complete ghost town by the time I got back to my actual work for the night.
Was it worth it? - Well, for a child hater like me, I was overwhelmingly surprised at the good manners of most of the children in attendance - a lot of warm smiles, Happy Halloweens and thank-yous - and the most trouble that I got was from parents who thought that a good Halloween memory for their children is to have them stand in line for a single piece of candy, handed out by a sweating, nervous book store employee.
I loved seeing the homemade costumes, but I kept a mental count of Minecraft costumes that came with big, cardboard-box heads at a magnificent four, with children dressed in the trademark scraggly beard and camo cap of some cast member from the TV show, "Duck Dynasty" at a strange ten.
The "extra" buckets that some adults thrusted at me as I tried to give each kid attention made me want to breath fire on the entire event - some of them at least had the grace to mutter something to me about a phantom "sick child" who was unable to attend the event.
The moral of the story - do not depend on a mall to give your child all of his Halloween candy. It's unfair to both your children and to the stores who have to waste time and money distributing it to them. If it's storming bad on Halloween, maybe just buy them a shit ton of candy and stay somewhere warm with them.
Fun fact - later that night, a group of adults and a two-year old that had gone into the children's section, and later on the mother of the two-year old rushed up to me, holding her squalling child, asking me where the nearest restroom was. As I was telling her about the store's restrooms, I realized that the child was fucking bleeding from out of her lower lip in a steady stream.
As she walked away, I could hear the woman scolding the child about freaking out, when she had hurt herself. Later on the night, I saw the group leaving, deep in conversation over the prerequisites for their insurance company on getting stitches at a hospital.
Back when I worked for a popular coffee shop, one of my supervisors told me a great story about a lady who clearly wasn't grounded very well in our modern reality.
This lady comes in with her child, orders a drink for herself and a hot chocolate for her child. The hot chocolate gets finished and put on the bar for the child, who comes up and accepts it and, being a little cutie, squeaks "Thanks mister!"
Lady, standing behind her child clucks her tongue and says to her child, "Now now, we don't thank the help."
My co-worker looks at the kid, says "You have a wonderful day sweety." Then looks at her mother and says "I'm sorry maam, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store now."
From Liv Hnilicka's Facebook page:
Stellar parenting moment of the day:
This afternoon I was at my waitressing job on a beautiful early fall afternoon. Two parents and their young daughter came in; the tall burly dad adorably scratching his back on the door as they walked in. As I was filling the water station, he came up to me and said, "My daughter just asked if you were a boy or a girl. I didn't want to speak for you so would you like to talk to her?"
I nervously said yes and walked to their table.
"Hi, I like your hair ribbon," I said. "I heard you asked if I was a boy or girl. I think the important thing to remember is that everyone can be anything they want to be in this world. And it's also important to try to be the best selves we can be for our family and friends. And even to strangers. So to answer your question, I was told that I was a boy when I was little and now I live my adult life as a girl. It sounds complicated but it's actually pretty simple. Do you have any questions for me?"
She looked at me smiling and simply said, "Nope!"
I walked away from the table feeling really good about parents intentionally engaging their children about possibly difficult topics. And showing that giving people the power to voice their truths in this complicated world is beautiful and healing.
Way to go, mom and dads out there making space for transfolks/gnc people like me. ❤
(Also I made this post public in case you want to share it with parents you may know.)
A transgender waitress in Minneapolis who posted a story on Facebook about an adorable interaction she had with the parents of a little girl who wanted to know if she was a man or a woman quickly went viral because it was the cutest thing ever.
In the post, Liv Hnilicka describes the interaction, which involved the dad coming up to her and saying, "My daughter just asked if you were a boy or a girl. I didn't want to speak for you so would you like to talk to her?" Hnilicka then went over to the table and told the little girl that she liked her hair ribbon and answered her question with, "I heard you asked if I was a boy or girl. I think the important thing to remember is that everyone can be anything they want to be in this world. And it's also important to try to be the best selves we can be for our family and friends. And even to strangers. So to answer your question, I was told that I was a boy when I was little and now I live my adult life as a girl. It sounds complicated but it's actually pretty simple. Do you have any questions for me?"
The little girl then smiled at her and said, "Nope!"
Hnilicka told Cosmopolitan.com she wanted to post the story publicly for a multitude of reasons, one of which was that it was very different from the types of interactions she usually has with strangers.
"Just this morning I was waiting for the bus and this man walked by me and kept smiling at me and then finally said, 'Cut that faggoty shit out.' And I'm like, 'I'm just in the world; I'm just waiting for the bus. It doesn't have to be this big conflict.' So yeah, this interaction was so out of the ordinary that I felt like I needed to run to the mountain top and shout it to the world. Clearly it's resonated with people."
Hnilicka says her eloquent response was not anything she'd rehearsed, but she has had enough negative interactions with families and children that she often thought about how she could one day have a conversation with a child that served as a teachable moment. "I also thought about myself as a child and the ways that I was or was not exposed to people I could identify with. Children are really just learning everything, so it's important to use those moments," Hnilicka said.
Hnilicka says she's been incredibly happy with the response she's been getting from sharing her story and says it gives her hope for the future. "I shared it with people because hopefully sharing positive experiences like this only brings about more conversations about what we want society to look like and how we should treat people."
I am constantly baffled by "parents" who think it's OK for their hellions to run around unsupervised.
The last time I was at Walmart, I lost it.
It was a few days ago and I was there with my sister and my 2 and 4 year-old nephews. As we walked in, we saw a group of "adults" standing around talking while just a few feet away, three kids aged 8-10 were pulling on and kicking the AC/DC Iron Man CD display.
They were running into it and pushing on it and it looked like they were trying to tear the thing apart.
I couldn't help myself. I said, really loudly, "Can we not break the display, please? GAWD."
Every yakking idiot nearby suddenly froze. The kids were shocked. The parents shot me the worst looks.
Right as one of them opened their mouth to try to start something with me, my amazing 4-year-old nephew took my hand and said, (quite loudly I might add), "Let's go. Those kids are being BAD."
As we were shopping, we ran into the idiots and their hellions two more times, and both times they shot me these looks like I'm the asshole.
From Huff Po:
A ripped page in a comic book was no laughing matter for a young reader in Toronto, who guiltily returned the (slightly) damaged publication along with a handwritten apology note earlier this week.
The note, addressed only to "Library" and scribbled in blue marker by a youngster named "Jackson," was deposited in the Toronto Public Library's book drop, where staffers found it the next morning.
"I am sorry that a page ripped when it fell out of my bunk when I fell asleep reading," the adorably penitent note reads. "It won't happen again. I'm sorry."
It's signed only, "from Jackson."
A spokeswoman from the library told The Huffington Post young Jackson had been reading an Asterix comic book.
Fortunately for Jackson, the library seems happy to forgive the honest mistake, writing on Facebook, "Here's to many more nights falling asleep with a good book, Jackson!"
"We get ripped books all the time," librarian Eila McLeish told CBC. "For this little one to apologize, we thought it was very, very sweet. I was just really touched by it."
“It’s been heartwarming for all of us at Toronto Public Library to see the response to this letter, and it’s clear that many people around the world have also been touched by Jackson’s sweet note," Toronto Public Library's city librarian, Vickery Bowles, added in an emailed statement to HuffPost. "I think Jackson has reminded us -- young and old alike -- about the joy of reading, especially a good bedtime story!”
Police in Texas shut down a lemonade stand run by two little girls. They said it was illegal.
Andria and Zoey Green told ABC affiliate KLTV they were trying to raise about $100 to take their dad to Splash Kingdom as a Father's Day present.
Texas House Bill 970, or the Texas Baker's Bill, does not allow the sale of food that needs time or temperature control to prevent it from spoiling. Since lemonade needs to be refrigerated to prevent bacteria growth, police said they needed an inspection from the health department and a permit to sell it.
"It is a lemonade stand, but they also have a permit that they are required to get," Overton Police Chief Clyde Carter said.
"I think that's ridiculous. I think they're 7 and 8, and they're just trying to make money for their own cause," said Sandi Evans, the girls' mother.
Ridiculous or not, Overton police said it's the law and they'll keep enforcing it.
"We have to follow by the state health guidelines," said Carter. "They have to have a permit if they're going to do the lemonade stand."
The sisters plan to try again this weekend. Instead of selling their lemonade, they'll give it away for free and accept donations.
I had a coworker insult and harass EIGHT YEAR OLD GIRLS right in front of me, and I was his supervisor.
Kids never know what they need in a library, no? So you do the 30 second reference interview, and narrow it down to a shelf, and 90% of the time they can pick what they want. Simple, no?
Not for Mr. Douchebag himself. They came over to me asking for books, so I went over to Children's with them, and he barges over.
Mr. Douchebag: "I just TOLD you we can't help you unless you know what you want. Maybe you should LEAVE!!"
WTF? They looked like they were about to cry, so I got them their books and got them out of there. Man, I was ready to punch him! Took him in the back and said if I ever hear that again, he's getting written up and a call to the higher-ups at Central.
Of course he whined that kids never know what they want, they waste his time, blah blah, whine sniffle. They're frickin EIGHT! That's why we ask them what class it's for, what they're learning about, etc. Sheesh!
Needless to say, he was fired soon after ... for harassing and insulting the school-age son of one of the Trustees. Hee hee hee, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!