On Parents and Breeders
OK, the title might be offensive. At the front, I want all readers to know that there is a HUGE difference between a set of PARENTS, and a set of BREEDERS. The first use shows a defined commitment to a child or children under their care who blatantly express through a multitude of actions that their children are their first priority in nearly every aspect of their lives. I would lump my parents into this category as well as millions of other sets of parents who truly care for their children. The second use (Breeders) is defined as 2 people who fuck for fun, who then conceive, produce a child, have no concept of how to raise that child, disregard that child, care nothing for that child and create a situation that is not only unhealthy but exceptionally unsafe for that child in nearly every situation they enter. I had an encounter today at work with some breeders that I must share here becuase people like this should be shot 30 times in the face and then skinned alive.
My intern ran over to me late this afternoon somewhat laughing but somewhat concerned as well about some guy in my grocery section shoving his face with chips and dip. A manager was needed (me since I was closest) to resolve the situation. I approached what was a GIANT of a teenager, mumbling and opening jar after jar of chip dip from the store shelves. My own background in having dealt with a few difficult (and different) children kicked in, I immediately recognized severe autism. Clearly my co-workers (including my own boss) had no idea how to deal with the situation. This child’s parents were nowhere to be found. Gut reaction was to simply stay put. Distract from the food that was now all over the kids face and try to get a parents name out of the child so we could begin searching for this child’s parents. No such luck. The temptation of food was too great and too distracting and even with good intrepreation skills, I could not make out either his name or anything else. I’d say his vocabulary was quite limited. So the next move was to remove and redirect. Using the chips as a lure, I was able to convince the kid to follow me to the front office. At this point at least 25 minutes had passed with me making all the effort and my co-workers not being much help (ignorance). I wasn’t about to blame the child for his condition but each minute that went by that the parents didn’t show up created more tension and rage within me. I was able to to get the kid to sit quietly on a pile of bird seed while we figured out how to use the intercom (NOT a good idea when it c comes to lost kids but in this situation our only choice). We announced “would the parents of a lost child please report to the cash registers” Eventually, another disabled person showed up and approached me. I asked if he was a parent, no he was the brother. Clearly in better shape but also clearly autistic. It was clear at this point that this was a family relation and the child was released to his brother. All of this was being filmed by security cameras, the child was followed as he walked back with his brother to another department where he was reunited with COMPLETELY unconcerned and inattentive parents who continued to shop as though nothing had just happened.
Nothing further was done with this incident. We took the loss on the food that was consumed and that was the end of it. The only reason I relay this story is to say that had I been the general manager, those parents would still be dealing with child services. My GM rightfully pulled me into the security room after I released the child because he knew I was pissed off, we watched the security cameras to make sure the child ended up with the parents and then out the door with them. Had I seen the breeders in question in person I likely would have gone ape shit and caused a scene. I do not understand how any parent can be so callous, so disregarding, so completely unaware of EVERYTHING around them that they would loose a 250lb teenage boy who stood at least 6′ tall, who was VERY audible (even in gibberish), and who could have easily hurt me (had I not known how to act) or hurt himself. How could you NOT notice that this child was not with you? How could you so completely disregard his safety? In the 30 minutes he was with me at the front of the store, any predator with intent could have had this child nearly to Kingsley 30 miles away. People like this should not be permitted to breed. It just makes me sick. OK, that’s enough.
Now then, tomorrow is another day, the landlord receives a letter tonight, I suspect I’ll get a phone call tomorrow pleading for me to stay here, I will be getting the storage unit tomorrow and the next several days off will be spent getting some things over there and out of this house. The fun begins.
Tags: asshole, breeders, dumbasss
