This is from a few years ago. I don't think we ever posted on RHU.
While his parents where off finding the best deals on buckets of mayonaise, lil' felipe found something to keep himself occupied. while most children would be screaming and crying, Felipe is hardly even bothered by strangers with video cameras as his fingers glide across the 88 keys and he works the foot pedals... all with out a stool or parent in sight!
One of my sites decided to save money by purchasing cheap door latches. These locks were cheap because they were fire suppression latches. When a fire door closes, when it gets hot enough, they have a part inside that melts, sealing the door so that you cannot accidentally access an area which got hot enough, cause flash over, and become a very crispy critter. Please note, these links are designed to melt well after everybody has escaped.
So, this place used them as regular door latches. It turns out that using the lock tons of times in a day, like say in a restroom, the metal wears out and kind of seals the door.
Needless to say, we found this one out, after the third bathroom door latch failure. By the time all of the latches were replaced, our maintenance staff got very, very good at removing the locks without resorting to crowbars, fire axes, or in the case of the first one, the jaws of life.
One of the last doors to jam had a mother and her little child, no more than about four trapped in the restroom. By then our maintenance crew had figured out how to take apart the lock and open the door quickly, you just had to be on both sides of the door.
One of the maintenance guys would climb up, and go over the wall between the areas using the drop down ceiling.
When he landed inside, the little kid piped up and said, "Spiderman! Mom! Spiderman!"
May the kids you deal with be cute and endearing.
I am always respectful of fitting rooms and clothing aisles. It bothers me that someone would walk through and aisle or push their cart through one and let their kid knock a stack of clothes on to the floor.
I took my son clothes shopping 2 years ago, and the woman waiting at the counter actually thanked me before I left because my son was also polite and respectful about his clothes purchases.
If someone walked in my house and started throwing clothes on the floor, I think I'd be a little upset, so why should the customer think they are any better?
Kudos to you Rick! Awesome thing to do for a young fan! The Redditor who posted the pic is friends with J's mother, and here's what they said:
For clarity, his mom told me Little J is a huge fan of the TV show, "Pawn Stars" and he talks about the show incessantly. I encouraged him to write them a letter, which he did, and he offered to sell his Gameboy to them for $30. I added a cover letter, describing J and his autism, and although I told them that I didn't expect them to actually buy his Gameboy, I did ask if they could at least reply. They went above and beyond.
You can call me Bicurious Angler Fish.
*Sound trumpets* I absolutely adore this website and have never had anything to contribute until now. This happened a few days ago at work.
I work help desk, doing returns, what not. It is usually because I can keep a straight face and don't have the urge to murder people. One associate of mine -- Flipshit -- tends to tell people where to put it when under pressure. I used to be a cashier, but was frog-marched to this position. I don't mind, I don't have to walk around much which helps with the bad knee. However, it does mean I have to deal with some of the biggest idiots.
I have two stories from this week I wanted to share. One is pretty weird, the other downright sad.
Idiot is a regular of mine, meaning she sees me and thinks I equal free therapy. I am not a bad looking girl, and she seems to think I would make beautiful babies with her stud of a son. I have never met this guy, but from what she says, he is likely a drug addict. But Idiot has brought her son this time.
"Angler Fish, please meet Cum Stain, my worthless son!" Idiot says, smiling like I have found a unicorn that shits gold. Her son is not bad looking, but he is not all there mentally. He is also about 15. I had thought, because Idiot looked like she was 60, that she would have an adult son. This is not so.
"Uh, hello, Cum Stain, nice to meet you," I say. I am not sure what else to do. Idiot looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to become insta-preggers with her idiot grandchildren I suppose. She tells me, again, "This is Cum Stain, you know, who you wanted to meet."
"Ma'am, I never asked to meet you son," I tell her, trying to be diplomatic. "Also, I am 21, so..."
Idiot looks at me like I am crazy. "No, you're 16, I asked your manager."
I shake my head. "My manager is not able to give out ages or personal information. Though, you might be mistaking me for my cousin, Triangle Trish..."
She turns red and storms out of the store. Her son stands there, looking at me for a moment, before uttering this golden phrase, "Mom said you had bigger boobs." Then he is gone, like an angel in the night.
The other day I was working the help desk when this woman walks up. She has several large bags of toys, some clothes, 3DS games. They are all in their original packaging, and she has the gift receipts. Everything is following procedure, and I see nothing wrong with this. However, halfway through the transaction (she wanted it on a gift card) I hear this crying noise. Her son, around 8, was crying and asking her not to return the Pokemon toys. It was then I realized that everything she was returning was within the age range of the child.
The woman was returning her son's Christmas presents.
Now, when I was 12, I threw a huge fit, made a fool of myself, and my mom took my presents back. She put the money in my college fund, but I didn't get to spend any of it. She said I obviously needed an education on how to act like an adult. That was a lesson well learned. So I tried to mind my own business, because they might have money problems, maybe he was bad, maybe he wanted something else. Some people return presents to purchase their kid a console or more expensive gift.
I didn't want to think she was being a tyrant and ruining her kid's Christmas for no reason.
She starts to talk to me, saying he "got so many things for Christmas" and "he wants a 3DS, so we are going to get that for him instead." I think, okay, that make sense. But why return the 3DS games if you are going to get him a system, especially when the kid is decked out in Pokemon clothes.
I get her settled, and she walks off. Her kid looks at me and sort of sniffles and says, "Those are mine. Can I have them back please?"
I give him a sympathetic look and say, "Sorry, I can't give them to you. Your mom returned them."
I don't see the woman anywhere, and her kid is meandering around like a lost dog. He comes back over again to stare at the pile of presents, and I start to wonder why he would return things he obviously likes. I ask him what color DS console he plans on getting. He tells me he had one, but his mother returned it, earlier that day, for money.
I now feel like a rotten person.
The kid sees his mother and runs over to her. She has a cart filled with clothes and some alcohol. I don't think much of it, because it is not my place to make up stories about what really happened. There could be a million reasons for what she did. Maybe the color was wrong? Maybe she didn't think he needed such an expensive toy? Maybe she was a crazy religious nut?
I sort of forget about them until later, when I go on break, and my friend was telling me about this crazy woman and her crying son. The kid burst into tears and begged his mom not to spend his gift card. She used the card to purchase beer, clothes, and various other female hygiene supplies. She then bought about $100 worth of cigarettes.
Nothing for the kid.
My friend said he was just bawling.
I wonder if this is a common occurrence in that family and if the woman is going to pay for the kid's therapy when he is older?
--Bicurious Angler Fish
From Dallas News:
A few days ago a friend forwarded the missive you see here, a note sent from a student to a West Mesquite High School teacher named Jennifer Davis. He was passing it along, said this friend, because he thought it was “pretty cool,” a touching thank-you that became its own little gift at this most wonderful time of the year.
Davis has given us permission to share it with the OK of her Algebra I student, 16-year-old Shayla Godbey. Says Davis, what made this missive most unexpected was its author: “Like she says,” Davis offers, “she’s not my most talkative of students.”
Davis, who grew up in Mesquite and attended North Mesquite High School, has been teaching locally for four years; before that she spent a year in Korea teaching English. She says she’s never received a letter like this one. Most teachers don’t.
“It’s always so wonderful when you get something like this, because you never have that kind of interaction with your students,” says Davis, who received the letter Thursday. “And she hit all the things I want a student to notice. You could tell it was … genuine. It gave me goosebumps