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             Running outta stuff sucks. From a customers stand point, you look at a menu and talk your whole psyche  into that one item that screams EAT ME! Smiling with confidence, your hands folded atop you closed menu, you are prepared to order. The sharp good looking server returns to take your order. You say exactly what you want as you hand the menu to your now BFF. Then with  artificial remorse the now not so attractive server says "I'm sorry, we're outta that." Your shoulders slump forward as though your entire soul has been ripped from your being and in that shaky voice, you ask for the menus back. " We can't be expected to have every item that's needed on the menu". Really? NO CUSTOMER EVER WANTS TO HERE THAT. Every effort  should be made to get whatever your guests needs and or wants. 
             I go back to the kitchen to inform them a large table was just seated here at the tail end of lunch. The kitchen then informs me that we are almost out of potato chips. Two minutes later I'm  Standing in line with my two bags of utz potato chips at the always crowded Walmart,  across the street. I had to count back from a hundred to keep from exploding, I had forgotten that it was the 15th of the month when the EBT cards are all reloaded. I'm in the ten items or less line, one of two lines open, behind a woman on her phone with two small children and her mother (I'm guessing). One child sitting content in the full cart. The other is on the loose, screaming while pulling candy from the shelves and throwing it on the floor. She runs threw the line slamming into my legs as though she's in a bouncy house. The mother of course is oblivious to the child's bad behavior. I catch the eye of the grandmother then look at the ill behaved child the back at the grandmother,  unsurprising she too does nothing.  Everyone in ear shot has to be annoyed, but going on with business as though the child isn't there. This went on for what felt like hellish eternity. On the last pass, the brat hits my legs again, she stops, looks up at me and with jaw wide open screams a full lung. I snapped, everything went red and all control was lost. What happened next happened so fast and automatic for the situation it even took me by surprise. I bent over with hands on knees and now face level with the little demon child, my jaw drops open and with every ounce of pent up frustration I screamed a scream that blew the small child's hair back. As I regained composure I realize that all of Walmart was silent and focused on me. Even the mother stopped talking on her phone and is staring at me as though she is angry at me. Now finding humor in the situation, I said aloud "what, it's only ok for her?" pointing at the stunned and now quiet child. I was truly expecting a roar of applause and cheers from the crowd around me but what I got was hateful stares and silence. Even the cashier didn't greet me as it became my turn in line. I payed for my chips, grabbed my bag, with a proud bounce in my step and a smile on my face I left the building. To all you parents out there that have gotten numb to bad behavior, a swift swat to the ass by you would have avoided this situation. To all you assholes that think it's ok to be in the ten items or less line with a full cart, FUCK YOU!
                I get back to work with the chips and one of the cooks says "did you get pickles?" How quickly one loses the proud bounce in the step and the smile on the face.