This happened a little while ago, but it still makes me laugh a little. I was on the till for one of my shifts β the end till closest to the exit. I was serving an older guy perhaps in his late fifties or early sixties who was out shopping with his young grandson around four.
The way the kid said it showed good manners. The grandad then told him no, in an equally well-mannered and nice tone. It was kind of refreshing to see all round, to be honest. Grandad stuck firm on his response.
He gave his grandad a death stare while his back was turned, and then ran straight out of the store at full speed. It would be bad enough for the kid to run away, but the store was on a very busy road.
The kid could be out the door and into traffic in a matter of seconds. Panicked, the grandad tried to hand me his wallet.
Quick as he could manage, he ran out of the building. I stood at the side of my till so that I could see out the exit. At that point, I was seriously expecting someone in the queue to start whining about having to wait and demanding to be served, but unbelievably, no one did. Everyone seemed to just be focused on what was happening. After a tense twenty seconds or so, I heard a little voice beside me. I looked down to see that the kid had, somehow, made his way back into the store.
