I am about to leave for what must surely be the worst repository for out-of-control kids on the planet: big store that begins with W.
I can't even count the times that I have almost been mown down by kids pushing regular carts; been unable to get to an aisle because the children in the "kiddie car carts" (gad, I hate those things) are jumping in and out and yelling while the mother says, "We're not moving until you get back in that cart!"; had to detour to avoid the toy aisle because of kids throwing things, playing with the toys, fighting with the toys, etc.; seen children handling or even biting into fruit in the produce department; seen kids "playing" with the doors of the freezers; throwing tantrums in the middle of an aisle or in the checkout line. Etc. ad infinitum.
I always come out of the store exhausted, both mentally and physically.
Several years ago there was a commercial advertising said store that showed a mother with her children in the toy department. The children in the commercial were trying out the bicycles, throwing the balls, etc. while mommy's voice-over extolled the great selection and low price of the toys. Some weeks later I was in the store and heard the announcement that children were not to play with the balls in the store. The second time it was announced, I was in the checkout line. I said to the cashier, "They must have watched the commercial, huh?" She said with much vehemence, "I hate that commercial! I wish it had never been run! Kids and parents get the idea that 'well, we saw it on TV, so it must be okay.'"
I wouldn't work in that place for a mint of money. I try to avoid it as much as possible, and I would rather be beaten to death with a thorny stick than go there on the weekend.