I had to go to the post office this afternoon, so, as a treat for the kids, we stopped at the local ice cream parlor. It's an old-fashioned kind of place, with real fountain drinks if you want them and that kind of thing. I ordered small sundaes for the three of us, and we proceeded to have a lovely time.
Then, when I went up to the register to pay, I had to step aside because there was a transaction in mid-swing. The woman thought they took cards---which they don't---so she'd stepped to the ATM machine at the front of the shop to get the money to cover the ice cream she and her daughter were already eating. As I stood there and waited, she came back and started in on this story to the young teenaged girl behind the counter, explaining the machine only allowed withdrawals in $20 increments and she didn't have that much in the account. One of the owners came over and started addressing the issue, and finally, after going back and forth for 5 minutes, let the woman leave to get money from the ATM machine across the way.
The woman promptly put her 2 y/o daughter in her car, got on her cell phone, and drove off.
The teenaged girl behind the counter got in trouble, and after paying my bill, I went back and sat at the table while the kids finished eating. I just got so annoyed about the whole thing that I went back up to the register and gave the girl the $3.90 to cover the other bill, because the owner had already said that it was going to get docked from her paycheck.
I just can't believe people. Less than $4, for pete's sake. And I understand everybody's side. I mean, the owner wasn't about to take the ice cream away from this adorable little girl (though I would've made the mom give her ice cream back before leaving the shop). I don't for a second believe the mom's story, either, not seeing how she was dressed, what she drove away in, or the cell phone she had glued to her ear.
Gah. Sometimes, I wonder about the human race. I really do.