Tuesday, March 1, 2011
What's your policy- Revisited
George and I were in a large home improvement store and he was up to his usual, pause and stare, pick it up, pause and stare some more mode so I headed over to the paint department. After much sorting I found the color I was looking for and moved to the area where they mix your paint. (It is worth mentioning that while I was looking for that perfect color, there was a child crying like they desperately needed something and no one was willing to find out what they needed. I privately thanked my lucky stars that it wasn't my child and I may have looked over to see what the #$%#@^ was going on, but the mom was right there.) Back to the paint counter... the child is now in screaming-terrorizing mode. It was all I could do not to pick her up myself and try to calm her down but I've been too close to stealing children from situations and I've learned. I couldn't hear what the paint guy asked the woman due to the noise but I assume it was about what she wanted, as he diligently began to put the cans in the color maker thing and immediately into the paint shaker. It was now my turn. I gave him the sample and told him the finished I wanted. He began the routine but then asked if I wanted the paint with the primer in the paint and then left to get that paint.
Meanwhile, the sounds are at a fevered pitch! It's uncomfortable for everyone in the department and I'm guessing for anyone in the store, for I am sure you could hear it throughout. Then it happened. The mother winds up and smacks the child in the face with an open hand. I just stood there. I was totally in shock. The child was completely startled. A couple who just happened to be pushing their cart past the department stopped. We all looked at each other. I could tell they were upset. I was upset. Wait for it..... here it comes... out of my mouth...much louder than I normally speak... "Do you want me to do that to you?" The couple pushed the cart and the wife is gently shoving her husband in a "get out of here now" fashion. I'm alone with the mad woman. The little girl is whimpering. The paint guy comes back into his paint area. All of this happened in a matter of seconds. The mother looks up at me and says "You think you can?" OMG... I'm going to get into a fist fight in a large home improvement store! I stood there with my mouth wide open and nothing comes out. Then she's says... "That's what I thought...mind your own F#@;* business." The paint guy looks at me like "what have you done now". I still can't say anything. I'm not close to tears. I'm not even nervous. I'm just frozen. I didn't weigh out any plausible thoughts or scenarios...just completely BLANK. The paint guy gets the 2 cans out of the shaker, hands the lady her paint quickly and starts filling my order. We are starring each other down. Then, where my head went... I have no idea, I started walking toward her. She grabs her daughter's arm, leaves the paint on the counter and heads out the front doors. I have now taken about 5 steps. Out of nowhere comes George..."Hey, did you find your paint? What's wrong?" She's gone. I didn't help anything. I probably made it worse for the little girl. I look at George and the paint guy says that I almost knocked a lady's block off. He continues to tell George what happened...I say nothing. Mr. Paint Guy says that I was really brave, she could have had a gun or a knife....blah blah blah...
In reality, I wasn't brave at all. If I was really brave I would have followed her out to her car and got her license plate and turned her in to Children's Services. I didn't do anything. It left me feeling worse than if I'd done nothing at all. It highlights my time working for the Child Protection Service...and why I no longer work there. I was about to do to her what I was yelling at her for doing to her daughter and I was twice her size. This is messed up. What are we supposed to do? How are we supposed to make this world a better place? What's wrong with people?
When people do the right thing, we call it responsible. What's my policy?
Ponder that my gentle readers...