I work at Tim Horton's. Please save me.
Kids? No, they're sproggins, sprogs, brats, walking shit sticks..
I freak out at home when the people I'm living with's grandsprogs come over. They don't stop.. "wahwahieohtgeg uetweg waahhhhhhhhh!" ..there's no such thing as peace or sleep :s
Then.. I have to face them at work, and their parents.. do they know how to NOT complain.. the world isn't sprogproof.. DUH that's WHY there's "gates" and "guards" so widdle jwonny wont get huwt..
I'm sick of hearing them:
"You need a changing table! You'd think a place like Tim Horton's would have something for mothers to change their babies!"
Uh, lady, we don't have changing tables, probably because WE DONT ADVERTISE TO YOUNSTERS!!! CAFFIENE+SPROGS=BAD IDEA!
Didn't you know that the l.d.50 of caffeine is 3 CUPS=24 ounces of coffee in the run of an hour.... Our medium is 10 ounces, almost half! IDIOTS. Hm, maybe CAFFEINE seeing as we are a COFFEE shop might be your FIRST clue we don't sell
Happy Meals and shit like that!
"Oh your floor is so slippery when its wet! What if a child were to fall down"
Oh fuck would I ever laugh if it did. We aren't responsible for your child. Only in first aid and calling an ambulance. If a child were to fall it'd be the guardian's fault AS WATCHING the sprog is YOUR responsibility.. We put "caution wet floor" signs up, from their you are responsible!
We're cashiers, coffee and tea brewers, bakers, sandwich makers, janitors and such... not babysitters.
I'm too pissed to finish this... til then, FUCK OFF I DONT CARE!!