Entitle-Moo and Tween Invade Post Office

So yesterday I had to mail a box. The day before yesterday was a Federal holiday, so I had a pretty good idea that it would be busy when I got there.

Sure enough…major line. I share an understanding nod with a couple folks in front of me, and settled in to wait.

Suddenly, the door bangs open, and in storms this little tween girl, who takes in the sight of the line and loudly begins to exclaim about its length. Her mother follows her into the postal office, and starts exclaiming even louder than her tween about all the people in line. Like what the hell were WE all doing there?

So then moo-om gets in line behind me, and tells her kid to go linger where the postal workers can see her, maybe they would be “nice” and disregard everyone else because she had been in earlier a couple hours ago. I’m happy to say that did not work.

They had been there before trying to track down the boots this kid ordered from China. The tween had filled out the delivery instruction for where she lived instead of where she would be, and there was now a routing issue. How do I know? Moo-om couldn’t shuddup about it. For half of the tirade, I really don’t know who she was talking to as I sure never turned around. A guy got in line behind them (after sulky brat came back from making the try to hop the line), and then moo-om took his courtesy hostage, but prior to the man’s arrival I guess she was ranting at the world at large before he got in line. Charming.

I can say everyone in line felt the same way about this woman and her kid because everyone’s shoulders would tighten in unison every time the woman spoke. The guy in front of me turned just enough to give me a sympathetic look (bitch was practically yelling in my ear) before facing forward again.

The tween kept exclaiming, loudly, about how pissed she’s going to be if the postal workers don’t hand over her boots. Now…my mother would actually have gotten after me for saying something like that. It’s not that she never got pissed off at people, but she made it very clear to me that it wasn’t appropriate to get pissed at people until they’d earned it. Openly and loudly planning to be pissed off (basically threatening people), was inappropriate.

Not according to this girl’s moo-om apparently. She was in total agreement with her rude little sprat. Really fun was when they’d caught sight of the guy who’d tried to help them before. Tween exclaiming (at volume still) that she didn’t want help from that “Asian guy” after he’d “screwed them up last time”. As if she could alter random chance while the line was still 10 people deep, and dictate which of the employees were going to give her service.

I was sort of amused in a way. She didn’t want service from the Asian employee at the post office after ordering footwear from China. I would have pointed out the irony if it didn’t mean actually having to talk to these people. Rather doubt they would have appreciated it anyway.

It was as if everything that went through this kid’s head had to come spewing forth from her mouth. No filter at all. Nor volume control. My mom would have sent my rude ass to the car, or more likely threaten to take us out of there all together as I clearly did not deserve the effort she was expending to help me get my boots, and I could just wait until the postal service sorted the issue out.

I almost wish I’d hung around to see how their encounter with the Postal Workers went. But by the time I got my package sent off, I just wanted to put some miles between myself and them.

As I left, I wondered how and when this tween girl was going to be slammed with the fact that the world did not actually revolve around her. Not that awareness and realization of that were guaranteed if her moo-om were any example. She’d pretty clearly missed that memo herself somehow. And was active and eager to influence her daughter's "social skills" shudder