I once served time as a night stocker at Wal-Mart - 10 pm - 6 am. At all hours of the night mothers (usually) would bring in their kids and turn them loose while mommie shopped. I used to catch 'em in the toy department pulling one item after another off the shelves and leaving them on the floor. I'd calmly take their hand and say "Let's find mommy" and bring the kid back, with the admonition to mommy that the store was a place of business - not a playground.
More often I'd get glared at but nothing more and on rare occasions I'd get a "I'm sorry".
Teens would use the place as a replacement mall - a couple of times the older ones would take a bike from the rack and race down the aisles. A few snarling "Ged offa da bike" did the trick.
I also wonder why I didn't get fired (didn't care and I showed it - beer money job) but this was a small town and I guess the liberal mindset wasn't so deeply implanted.
Well, at least they weren't giving their kids the "Zanny the nanny" (Xanax) treatment while they shopped
I’m doing time as well. There is a point we reach where it gets so difficult dealing with snotty adults and bratty children. They think we are nobodys who should be gracious enough to shut-up and take the bull they dish out.
I give with a smile, but in reality I want to slap half of the snotty young women silly.