...and the pussification continues.

shilala · 11-12-2010, 10:08 AM

I took Angela (Lisa's 9 year old daughter) to the grocery store last night. She was helping me shop and was riding on the front of the grocery cart where kids are supposed to be.
We were about to check out when the store manager informed me that she wasn't allowed to ride on the front of the cart. My response was "You're shitting me, right?"
The lady just smiled and shrugged.
This is the same store where the clerks aren't allowed to touch anything heavier than a milk jug. You have to leave that stuff in the bottom of the cart so no one gets hurt.
On the way out, Ange assumed her position riding the back of the cart while I pushed. We ran into the same lady, but she just smiled. We figured for sure we were gonna catch hell again.
Once we got outside, we both rode the cart to the car.
Ahhhh, the small victories.

11-12-2010, 10:08 AM	#1
shilala Dear Lord, Thank You. Join Date: Oct 2008 First Name: Scott Posts: 13,721 Trading: (252)	...and the pussification continues. I took Angela (Lisa's 9 year old daughter) to the grocery store last night. She was helping me shop and was riding on the front of the grocery cart where kids are supposed to be. We were about to check out when the store manager informed me that she wasn't allowed to ride on the front of the cart. My response was "You're shitting me, right?" The lady just smiled and shrugged. This is the same store where the clerks aren't allowed to touch anything heavier than a milk jug. You have to leave that stuff in the bottom of the cart so no one gets hurt. On the way out, Ange assumed her position riding the back of the cart while I pushed. We ran into the same lady, but she just smiled. We figured for sure we were gonna catch hell again. Once we got outside, we both rode the cart to the car. Ahhhh, the small victories. __________________