Overheard in the check-out line in the Whitby Walmart. (Yes, I was in Walmart and yes, I am sorry.)
- Stop touching that, it’s not yours. (It was, in fact, mine!)
- Put that down.
- Take your head off the conveyor belt.
- No, you can’t have that.
- Put that down.
- I said no.
- No!
- Stop that.
- I mean it.
- Hey!
- For the last time, I said take your head off the conveyor belt.
- I said no.
- You don’t need that.
He was about 8 and awfully cute. It was hard to be annoyed at him (even if he did paw my new Swiffer SweeperVac). But I did feel for his Mom. I think any visit to Walmart with children should be followed with a stiff drink. I know I had one.