Oct 26 2008
My guess is she was never told no for anything.
A real life incident today at work, Sunday October 26, 2008, at at the hour of 1:00 PM Arizona time:
I had just finished re-shaping the gelato when all of a sudden I hear this horrendous noise like a cow dying. The sound is coming from the direction of the down escalator, which is directly in front of me, but is temporarily out of service and is being repaired, so it is barricaded off at both ends, upstairs, and downstairs. I see the creature from which the noise is emanating from and it is a girl about five years old, changing on to the yellow barricade. Part of the escalator is visibly dismantled from our view, and what is the child trying to do? Access the escalator in order to play on it. Well, this isn’t the first time that I have seen kids playing on it, trying to walk up a down escalator (nice challenge, but it was not designed for that purpose). Heck, I have even witnessed a few accidents involving kids and this escalator - once where a toddler was crouching down and putting his hands on the escalator step below him. The toddler reaches the bottom, his mother, who is oblivious to everything except herself then and there, hauls away the kid while the kid is screeching out loud. Yep, part of the kid’s hand was missing in the escalator. Maybe moomy never taught the kid to not do stupid things like that. Security and paramedics came and the rest of the story is self explanatory. But back to today’s incident for a minute. The five year old winds up lying on the floor, continuing to make even worse sounds while its keeper stands there like a complete idiot. It is amazing how keepers as such get attention from others, because people like myself do stare at attention whores, which is exactly what this person was. I turn around with a head shake and a laugh to myself at the innate stupidity of breeders. About ten minutes later, a six-foot tall male creature comes by, speaks to the moo, then physically hauls away the kid, who is unable to play on the escalator. Some peace and quiet finally arrives when my customers start coming by for their after-lunch dessert. Otherwise I’d never be able to hear what they are saying while the noisy crotchdump is making a scene.
