So we had a Pokémon Go incident a few days ago. This mother and son came to the office asking if they could catch the Pikachu that likes to hang around here.
I didn’t see a problem so I let them in.
Well the kid was super excited, running and jumping around everywhere. Well, he wasn’t looking where he was going, and he slammed his head into a shelf unit.
The mom ran over hysterical, screaming at me for not looking after her son like I was supposed to be the babysitter. Then she started screaming about suing us. I explained that she wasn’t going to have much luck suing the office since she wasn’t technically supposed to be in here anyway.
So she says “Fine, but someone is going to pay for his medical bills”.
I sighed and asked her how much she thought it would be.
She said “’bout tree-fiddy”.
Well, it was about this time I noticed that the child was just a basketball with googly-eyes glued onto it and the mom was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the Paleozoic era.
So I said “Goddammit, Loch Ness Monster! Get out of my damn office, I ain’t givin’ you no damn tree-fiddy. And take your damn basketball son with you!”
That was the third time this week.