While quietly folding disheveled piles of shirts, my peace was shattered by two boys throwing a football and dodging between the racks of women's clothing, knocking things around and yelling. They looked a bit young to be there by themselves so I scanned the area for a woman who might be their mother. I saw only one woman, her back to the boys, staring mesmerized at a wall full of jeans. I glared at the back of her head until she turned around, psychically willing her to do her job as a mother.
I'd been doing it all night for other people's kids and I was sick of it.
Please, don't make calls on the store's telephone... didn't your mother teach you not to touch things that aren't yours?!
Please, don't throw the hats on the floor and then stomp on them... we're still hoping to be able to sell them.
Please, don't clomp up and down the shoe aisles in women's high heels that you've ripped the tags off of and you're obviously not going to buy since you are a five year old boy.
All these happened with the mothers just yards away but completely oblivious or simply not caring about teaching their children proper conduct in a public place. I'm not talking about perfectly behaved little automatons but simply teaching them some basic skills for functioning in society!
This particular mother finally turned around and our eyes met. I gave her my best glare. She slowly turned and addressed her brats. Finally a mother was stepping up and doing her job! "Boys, remember what I told you. Only underhand."
I give up.