I served a family of four when I had a brief stint on the till earlier on today. They seemed like a decent bunch. The child-folk were crying out for some chocolate and eventually the mother-woman caved and got them some but not before telling them they had to wait until after dinner to eat it. The mother-woman gave the chocolate to the father-man and he placed it on the counter with the rest of the items they wanted.
As I started to scan through the items the young girl of the child-folk, who was no more than six, started to mess with the card reader.
Father-man to young girl–“You can’t be messing with that!”
Me: “Yeah, you’ll get a shock off it if the card isn’t in it and your hair will fall out. That’s what happened to me.”
The young girl whips her hand away and looks at me wide eyed.
I finished the sale and bagged up their items.
As they were leaving the young girl looks up at me before she follows her family-folk–“I won’t loose my hair, I’ll just cut it off…then I’ll come back and cut your glasses.” She skips away after that leaving me dumbfounded.
I’ve never been threatened by a child-folk before. Guess there’s a first time for everything. # BaldManProblems