Thursday, July 31, 2008

This is Children's

Yesterday we witnessed the melt-down of the century in Children's which turned into the tantrum of the century. It must have gone on for a good 20 minutes (or more) and reached the point of no return for the tantrumee. I was picking up baby toys and books in the baby area and our little patron was screaming nearby underneath a table while her dad alternately ignored her or tried to quietly reason with her. Seriously, you can't reason with a child who is screaming her lungs out.

As I was putting back every board book and toy in that section (while ignoring the used kleenex), an adult patron walked in like he was shell-shocked, stared at the scene and then came over to where I was picking up stuff about 2 feet from the screaming.

Adult: Did she get hurt? I came down from the 3rd floor because she was so loud!
Me: No, she's okay.
Adult: Really? I thought something was wrong - you can hear her all the way upstairs.
Me: Nope, just a tantrum. You get used to it.
Adult: Are you sure? I was on the 3rd floor!
Me: She's fine. This is Children's.


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3 comments:

Dave said...

That was quite the tantrum...I could hear it in my office on the third floor ;-)

July 31, 2008 at 1:29 PM
Heather said...

I love watching the patrons on the third floor gather around the banister and peer down, like it's a show, when this happens. :)

August 1, 2008 at 8:00 AM
Anonymous said...

Myabe we should charge admission...or offer it as a featured attraction!

It's funny the morbid attraction mega-tantrums hold. Something about seeing such a tiny person make SO MUCH noise, as the helpless adults cede all control.Do we feel a secret empathy with the tantrumer?

August 5, 2008 at 2:08 PM

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