Why some people should stop at one child
Aug. 20th, 2009 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yukinoomoniListen up, people. Your kids are not you. No matter how many times you send a line of your children in here, they are not you. Also note that equipping them with your ID also does not make them you.
There's this stupid (invisible) woman that keeps sending in her prepubescent sons to pick up a parcel that isn't even here yet. The first time, I told the first son that it wasn't here yet, and that his mother needed to come in with her photo ID and proof of residence (and not a debit card and library card that the kid provided).
You can imagine my annoyance when a second son came in and tried to pull the same bullshit. I told him, a little bit more impatiently, that, again, the parcel isn't here yet and the mother needs to come in with photo ID and proof of residence.
I swear to Frigg, if another fucking son comes in and tries to pick up this parcel, I'm going to tell him to go to hell or go buy his mother some brains. Jesus Christ.
On a side note, tea biscuits dunked in coffee is love.
There's this stupid (invisible) woman that keeps sending in her prepubescent sons to pick up a parcel that isn't even here yet. The first time, I told the first son that it wasn't here yet, and that his mother needed to come in with her photo ID and proof of residence (and not a debit card and library card that the kid provided).
You can imagine my annoyance when a second son came in and tried to pull the same bullshit. I told him, a little bit more impatiently, that, again, the parcel isn't here yet and the mother needs to come in with photo ID and proof of residence.
I swear to Frigg, if another fucking son comes in and tries to pick up this parcel, I'm going to tell him to go to hell or go buy his mother some brains. Jesus Christ.
On a side note, tea biscuits dunked in coffee is love.
