The Only Trauma Is For The Parent
(Our gym is right next to an adult store that has several mannequins in lingerie.)
Customer: *in a fury* “How can you be right next to that disgusting store?! My kids will be traumatized!”
Me: “Sorry, but we have no control over that.”
Customer: “Hmph!”
(She pushes her kids, who look like teenagers, out the door. I can see her yelling and banging on the adult store’s door until an employee comes out. The employee speaks to her, and the crazy customer swings at her, misses, and stomps off. Then the employee comes into my gym.)
Me: “You okay? She’s crazy.”
Employee: “I guess I shouldn’t have told her that I’ve seen her kids try to sneak in there!”
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