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Sunday, March 11, 2012

I Went to WalMart

Emily and I ventured up 495N yesterday to WalMart.  It was a short shopping list, but I thought I'd save a buck if I tried WalMart.  (I never go there, really.)  And I've never done any grocery shopping there before, so I thought I'd give it a whirl.

Funny enough, we were in the same lot as Market Basket.  "Should we stop in?"

We quickly ran past the Family Fun Center and headed to the back corner of the store to get some Pull-Ups.  As we were deciding between cool-alerts, and overnites we heard yelling.  Lots of yelling.  It was all happening in the next aisle over by a loud, obnoxious mother.

First, my eyes began to bulge.  I looked at my Emily, whose eyes were also bulging while she was listening to every single word spoken by this lunatic mother.  A mother...how could a mother talk to a child this way.

I was cringing for Emily.  "We gotta get out of here, fast."  But part of me needed to catch a glimpse of this woman.  The poor boy was named Aidan, about 9 or 10 years old, sitting as far away from his Masshole mother as he could get, on some boxes of diapers at the end of the aisle, as his mom continued to berate and belittle him.  "You're such a spoiled brat, Aidan.  Don't you ever think about anyone else?  Oh no, it's all about what Aidan wants.  You're such a spoiled little brat.  What did you say?  Oh, and didn't I just take you to McDonald's?  Get over here so I can smack you."

She was probably around 30, pushing another little boy in a stroller, just screaming and yelling and hollering so everyone could hear.  It was so embarrassing.  I whispered to Em, "She's not a good mom.  She shouldn't be yelling at him like that.  She's a bully."

Was I on an episode of What Would You Do?  Where is John Quinones? When we walked past her, she didn't even stop the commotion.  Then I thought, "is she on something?"  I heard her son say, "I freakin' HATE you!"  Yikes.   And this is all taking place in public, at WalMart.  Imagine what life must be like when no other people are around?  Part of me really wanted to stand up to her and say something, but you know how it goes.  It's not my place, she might clock me, I have no business...but my heart ached for the poor kid.

So, like I said before, I don't typically choose to shop at WalMart.  After yesterday's escapades, I remember why.  And we wonder where these kids learn these behaviors?  It's the rotten apple trees.  One bad apple spoils the bunch.  Let's just say I couldn't get out of that parking lot fast enough and we didn't dare stop at Market Basket.


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2 Comments:

Blogger Tillerman said...

Maybe Emily will appreciate even more what a good mommy she does have?

12:38 PM  
Blogger J @ IHeart-Motherhood said...

We've heard/seen a few episodes like that at Walmart before too. We typically shop at Target-everyone seems more pleasant here :) If we have to go to Walmart, it's early in the morning, like 8ish, when it's just us and the old people! Lol! Sorry your little one had to witness that!

1:16 PM  

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