So after work I go to a meeting and I have the kids with me. About 3/4 of the way through Eemy decides to do the biggest 'gift' on earth. I'd left his bag in the car and thought I could hold out until it ended. But when it started to run through his pants I knew it was serious.
So we get to the car; I start to take his Pull Up off and realise that there are no wipes in there and there is poop everywhere. I can't take him home like that because it would get all over the place, and worst still, it would be just downright mean of me to make him sit.
I'm parked right outside of Crow Lane Bakery and there are two ladies just standing in there looking blase' so I ask Kiki and Jani to run and ask them if we could please have some napkins so I can change their brother. As quickly as they go, they are back and Kiki tells me the lady rudely tells her: "We are closed!" THEY ARE STILL STANDING THERE IN THE WINDOW. So I am like: HUH?
"Kee go back and tell them that you do not wish to purchase anything. It's an emergency and we need a few napkins." She goes back and I watch the witches tell her again. So needless to say I am pissed the hell off by now.
So I go to the door and first ask nicely that I need to change my son. And what the frick do you think those bitches did? They looked me dead in my face and IGNORED me. Well, I do not play that shit and I started to make off outside the door. I could understand if I wanted to purchase their day old cake, but I wanted a napkin. Well let me tell you, one musta realised that I am one friggin psycho when it comes to my kids 'cause just as I was about to bang the shit out of that door she went running and got me some paper.
Kiki knows her mama and said: "Mama go back to the car. Calm down, I'll get it." I never disrespect my elders but they was gonna get it. Trust. What if I was kid who needed to call a parent, or a tourist who needed directions, I'm sorry but "We're closed" just does not cut it.
And may my parents forgive me, but as I slowly drove off seething, I made sure they read my lips...BITCHES.
I moved home in 1996. Sydney was 5 years old. I went into a local establishment and while picking up my purchases, Sydney says she has to go to the bathroom. "Can you hold it" ... " No Mommy I can't" . *rolls eyes* I saunter up to the front counter, purchases in hand and ask the ladies if I could rest my stuff on the counter while I take my daughter to their bathroom. They tell me their bathroom is not for the public to use. I tell them I have a 5 year old that has to pee bad. They told me I can take her across the street to KFC. I gave them a few choice words, dropped THEIR sh#t on the counter and walked out and across the street to KFC for Syd to use their bathroom even though I wasn't buying anything. I think it was close to 10 years before I went in that store again but even today, I would drive to St. George's before shopping in there!
ReplyDeleteWow - that makes me angry! I have begged for my kids to use "non-public" restrooms and so far haven't been rejected. God forbid if the day ever comes because I think we're all mama bears when it comes to our children.
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