Post your horror story of someone's kid in a public place here.

[LoZoccolo]

I remember my first job when I was 14; I was a bagger and cart boy at a supermarket. I was bagging groceries when I heard someone's kid yelling "HONEY NUT! HONEY NUT!" sitting in the cart seat. They were clutching a box of Cheerios, and evidently didn't want that kind, but Honey Nut Cheerios (that is an assumption on my part culled from the evidence). They went in my line and the kid wouldn't let go of the box of Cheerios, and I guess when then finally got it from her, she picked up a bottle of salad dressing and threw it overboard and it broke. I think I might have been the one that had to clean it up. I should be able to sue the parents for making me have to clean it up.

[proud2BlibKansan]

1. When I worked at KMart,

this little girl was screaming so loud we could hear her halfway across the store. The manager sent me over to figure out what was going on and as I got closer, I could hear her yelling "potty, Mommy, potty!!" I got over to the infants dept just in time to see this little girl (she was about 2 or 3) sit down on one of the potty seats and relieve herself. Then I watched in horror as her mom yanked her up by the arm and swatted her bare bottom really hard. That of course made her scream even louder than she had been before. So the manager came running. I told him what had happened, and he picked up the nearest phone and called the police. The mom was taken out of the store in handcuffs (we were told later she got belligerent with the cops) and the little girl was treated to ice cream in the manager's office until her family came to pick her up.

[zbdent]

2. I was in line with my purchase, and a toddler right behind me decided

that it was the perfect place for a tantrum.

I'm keeping my cool (outwardly), but steaming inside. Begging whatever passing gods that the line would go faster.

Finally, I'm the one getting checked out. Purchase rung up, paid for, I'm making a mad dash for the door.

At this point, the father suddenly decides, "Hey, maybe I'll give people a break and take the screaming hellion out of the store."

It was literally like they were chasing me out of the store. The father scooped up the kid and followed me not more than 5 steps behind. I couldn't get out of the store fast enough, and this guy decided that he was going to keep pace with me.

It's a good thing I don't carry a gun . . .

[rug]

3. georgie in the war room

[Blue Diadem]

4. I was kicked by someone's kid when I was pregnant

I was working in a children's dept. and the child was swinging back and forth on the metal bars that separated the customer line. She kicked an elderly woman right in the back. I walked around the service desk, leaned down and asked her not to swing because not only could she fall and hurt herself, she had just hurt that lady. All of a sudden, THUMP..she kicked me in the upper thigh and I might add I ended up with quite an awful bruise from it. She and her sister ran off to their parents who were yacking with some other people in the main aisle of the store. I looked at them and they called me a bitch. Yeah..I let it go. Later, I told the store manager about it and he told me I should have called security right then and there.

By the way..this happened 28 yrs ago.

[redqueen]

5. You're funny!

[Festivito]

6. My friends tell me this is a little dirty.

I, too was a bagger, and took a lady's bags to her car. On the way she told me, clearly, she had an IT-CHI-PUSS-SEE. I just continued walking between the cars when she said it again -- clearly. What could I do. I said, Lady, I know Isuzu, Nissan, Mitsubishi, but, lady I don't know no Ichipussee. (What's dirty about this, I just don't know!)

[ronnykmarshall]

7. Picture it

1966 me at Shakee's pizza parlor. Juke box with several Supremes records in it. OUT OF ORDER !!

Not pretty. I still have a scar where I smashed my fist into it.

[guitar man]

8. last year

I went with my Dad to a fly-in for antique aircraft, a little event they hold for pilots that learned to fly at this old field down in Texas.

There was a young mother there with a boy about 6 or so. He was running all over the place, darting between the lines of aircraft on the flight line etc. There were planes coming and going, taxiing in and out all the time.

I gently mentioned to her that it might be a good idea to rein him in a little. "I don't like to impose too strict boundaries on him" was the answer I got. I told her boundaries or no, aircraft propellors are a very unforgiving thing, coupled with the fact that most of these old planes were tailwheel aircraft and had limited forward visibility during ground operation. Add that up and you could wind up with a kid sliced like a package of bologna.

As she stood there contemplating my advice, the kid darted out right in front of a taxiing plane and came WAY too close to the spinning prop for comfort, scared me half to death. She promptly ran out and snatched him up, keeping him at arms reach for the rest of the day

[sleipnir]

9. I really liked this one from earlier tonight.

with regards to Julie

DH and I went to a local Mexican chain restaurant after taking in a showing of "Sideways" earlier this evening. (The movie is hilarious, and we recommend it.) We knew it wasn't a Fancy Place, and therefore, weren't expecting anything more than a bite to eat in pleasant and clean surroundings.

A guy entered the restaurant shortly after we received our food with (I'm guessing,) his four kids. One of the kids was coughing so hard that he promptly vomited all over the drink dispenser table. If that wasn't enough, the child then vomited on the floor in front of the cash register. By now, I'm whispering across the table to DH that we needed to leave the restaurant, and I wasn't even sure I wanted to wait for a "to go" bag for our food. We just got over 2+ weeks of flu/sinus infection, and I don't need it again. Instead of taking an obviously sick child home to bed, the father in question sat down at a nearby table and spread the food he'd just ordered out for the kids. I think we set some kind of land-speed record on our way out the door.

The manager of the restaurant told us on our way out the door that he stopped a patron two weeks ago that was changing a baby's diaper on top of one of the tables in the dining room.

I guess I'm confused.