"They Won't Let Him Sit on the Steps."
Today I overheard a woman say to her husband, "We're leaving. They won't let him sit on the steps." Apparently the "him" was their son. Later I heard the rest of the story from a co-worker, who I'll call "Paris":
Paris saw the kid sitting on a step in front a fire exit. This is a big no-no; the fire department gets cranky about these sorts of things. Paris told the kid this and politely asked him to move. She suggested another place for him to sit, where he wouldn't be in the way. A few minutes later she found him sitting at the top of the main staircase of the store! He was completely blocking all traffic, causing a crowd of people trying to get around. Again, Paris told the kid that he couldn't sit there. The mom came up and huffed, "I guess we'll just leave."
To which Paris and I agreed, "Hooray!" They clearly weren't going to buy anything, and they were blocking customers who were actually shopping. Move along, rude clueless people, move along.
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Paris would like me to clarify that she's named after the city, not a certain famous-for-being-famous socialite.
As the line in the Gretchen Wilson song goes, "Paris Hilton gets under my skin."
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