I was wandering through the Hellspawn stories while procrastinating on my schoolwork and remembered something that happened earlier this summer regarding small children (well a small child).
My manager had assigned me to work in Lingerie for a day for whatever reason. I like working up there because it is absolutely tiny but that's beside the point.
The way the register area is set up is basically two counters with a small area between them to stand. Next to the one counter is a rolling folding table.
I'm ringing out a lady who has her son with her.
This kid can't be older than seven, and he proceeds to try to sit on the folding table.
As I'm continuing the transaction I say loud enough for the kid to hear "Please don't sit on that."
The mother then tells me that I should have told her that her son was sitting on the folding table. I'm thinking "It made noise! And you'd sue me and the company if your son fell off and conked his head."
I apologize and she goes on her merry way.
Fast forward to the next day: My manager stops me out on the floor and asks what happened the day before in Lingerie. The lady left a complaint about me so I told my manager exactly what I said to the kid and where said kid was going to sit.
My manager stared at me, said "damned if you do, damned if you don't," and then walked away.
-- KitKat (formerly Department Store Slave)