I am a fully fledged glutton for punishment. You’d have thought that after my experience on Tuesday that I wouldn’t go near my local Aldi again… just in case I ran into more people like the ones who upset me so much. But I did. Well, I had to. You see, in an effort to keep it together for the boys and also for myself I completely forgot a couple of essential items when I was in there on Tuesday.
There’s something about Aldi nappies. They’re awesome and they’re so incredibly cheap. Master2 is still in nappies (so is Mr7 but he’s outgrown the Aldi ones) and I was running pretty low. I decided I couldn’t let people upset me enough to change what I would normally do so I slapped on a smile and took the boys back there so we could get the nappies.
My husband had suggested that if I saw those “people” again I should take a photo of them in an effort to name and shame them – or at least shame them. I had to tell him that in my sheer rage that they would speak to my child in the way they did I couldn’t describe them at all except to say one was male, one was female and that was if they were even human. I knew one had two children with them and the other had three but that was it, and I only remember the head count because I was trying hard not to let the kids hear too much as I tore strips off their parents/carers.
So there we were, walking into Aldi yesterday afternoon. It was a warm day and Mr7 was vocal about his relief at Aldi’s air conditioning – he let out a joyful screech and a laugh and jumped up and down a couple of times. We had only taken about four steps in when I saw this trolley whirl around, a woman grab her bag and hiss at her children “Quickly, we have to go… NOW.” One of the children replied “Mummy, isn’t that the lady that told you off yesterday?” There was no reply that I heard as she slunk out of the store, taking care to keep her back to me so I couldn’t see her face.
I have to admit it, I called her a coward. Okay, an f’ing coward… out loud… and I used the full f word. It wasn’t loud enough to disturb other shoppers but I’m pretty sure she heard me. And that’s okay, she was meant to.
See, the thing is she meant my child to hear the things she said to him and she meant to say the things she said to me but she didn’t expect to get called on it. And she did. There is no time or place in society for such things to be said to innocent children. He was obviously melting down, screeching and sobbing in distress and trying to throw himself on the ground. All she had to do was either continue to walk past me (and possibly think “Thank goodness it isn’t me”) or perhaps give the universal smile and nod of acknowledgement. Instead she added more distress to the situation by demanding our attention and saying what she did.
So if she’s going to abandon her shopping part way through (and I checked, there wasn’t any refrigerated or frozen stuff in there or I would have alerted the staff) and slink out of the store like a whipped puppy then I’m not going to feel sorry for her. My response obviously made an impact if just seeing me 24 hours later can cause a reaction like that. I’m actually quite happy about it, it means that perhaps my words are having an effect on her. I know my words were cutting… but maybe they’re cutting the poisonous part of her that thinks the way she did and clearing the abcess from her soul. Or maybe she’s just ashamed. I’m okay with either of those because what she did was not okay.