Demonic child in Stuff

There was a kid chucking an absolute tantrum at work tonight. I was ready to throttle the thing lol. I kept repeating over and over to myself, “Thank fuck I’m gay, thank fuck I’m gay…”
MAN it had a set of pipes on it. Yes, it gets an ‘It’ title because that thing was not human. Call the producers of ‘Alien’ because they lost one of their props.

Anyway, got through my big late-night Thursday shift. It’s a go-go-non-stop day, especially when I got where I found out my manager had already taken off for the day, conveniently before his weekend is due to start lol. Man, some people, I tell ya. So I get stuck with the workload.
Got it all done but man it was an effort.

I did go out of my way to help a customer tonight though. She asked if we had any more of a certain egg product that was on special, but after i double-checked that we didn’t, I went back upstairs and told her she could have any other variety for that price.
It’s not a big deal. She opted for the size up from that one, which was only another $1.70 something more, and I just told the front-end staff to mark it down for her. She was really friendly and heavily pregnant, and she was so thankful that I’d done that for her. She asked me what my name was, even though it’s ‘proudly’ displayed on my name-tag haha. I told her she’s most welcome.
Now had it been that screaming toddler’s mother, I would’ve told her to get fucked :P