The Nerve.

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.