Oh Wal-Mart how I have a love hate relationship with you.
In this overly small town you are the only place to shop, I have no other choice. Your prices fit our tiny little budget, but your people have some nerve I tell you!
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Person 1 (Cashier): "What happened to your kids face?"
Me: "Oh, nothing. It is a birthmark."
Person 1 (Cashier): "Well, you call it what you want, but it looks like you burned the shit out of your kid."
Me: *trying to keep my cool* *cue the crying* *walks out WITHOUT my groceries*
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Person 2 (Customer): "My son had the same thing when he was born!"
Me: "Oh really?! Do you mind me asking what pediatric dermatologist you used?"
Person 2 (Customer): "Oh we didn't have to. My dad ran into him with a cigar and it cleared right up 2 weeks later. You should try it!"
Me: *shell shocked* "Um, so, you want me to burn my kid with a cigar? I think I'll pass" *I mean really, who says something like this?!?!*
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Person 3 (Greeter): "What, did you forget to put sunscreen on that part of his face?"
Me: "No ma'am, it is a birthmark."
Person 3 (Greeter): "Looks like he is burnt to me."
Husband: "Why don't you try minding your own business lady."
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These were all grown women. People who should know how to have a little tact. I can only imagine how much it would hurt him if he could hear what some of these people say. My heart aches every time someone makes a mean comment and I am doing everything I can to not go bat shit on people. I have to be the bigger person.