Kids Kart

By Heather

I know its been a while since my last post. I've recently been dealing with a crap ton of drama that has been slowly ruining my life for the past five months, thus the vacation from blogger. But I degress.

So today I'm at work and I'm ringing this guy out of whom like most customers loaded this cart like a fricken retard and then didn't help me with anything. But its one of those kids karts shaped like a car. I look up to see the child in it and he's like twelve years old and is barely fitting in the kids seat. Do people not realize that these carts are meant for age six at the most.

Also this guy and his maybe four year old daughter came up to my register. Was a normal checkout when the little girl yelled "DADDY DADDY I'M BLEEDING" I look down and her finger is covered in blood. Not just a hint of blood, not just a smiggin, no, fricken covered in blood. I hurriedly got out first aid kit and gave her dad some neosporin, papertowels, and bandaids. And I have to hand it to this little girl, she didn't whine she didn't cry, but she stood there with the most horrified look on her face the entire time. I feel really bad because it obviously scared her but at the same time I had a really hard time from laughing at the look on her face. She didn't know how to react. "Will I lose my finger?" "Will I ever stop bleeding?" "Does it even hurt?" "Why and how am I bleeding?" This is the hillarious look on her face and I can see these questions in her eyes. As it turns out she was carrying an air filter for her dad and her fingers went through the plastic wrap and her finger got snagged on the metal wire inside and it cut her. Adorable little girl, but it was just to funny.