I ran into a juvenile SS yesterday at the store. I was already in a foul humor because I couldn't find the final ingredient for a caramel apple cheesecake (the caramels!), and I was making my third pass down the candy aisle in a futile attempt to see if I had merely overlooked them. Seriously, I ended up having to go to four different stores. It wasn't that they were out of them, they just didn't carry them.
Anyway, I stopped in front of a candy I hadn't seen before, and moved in for a closer look. I didn't want it, I was just curious. This little boy, I would guess he was about eight years old, butted in front of me and grabbed it up as he said, "That's mine!
" He was definitely old enough to know better.
I was startled, and a little annoyed, so I answered him instead of staying quiet. "Okay?
I don't really want it, though."
The man the kid was with gave me a dirty look as they left the aisle, probably for talking to his (I think) son. Maybe he was just an uncle, I don't know. I do
know that if I had pulled something like this at that age, I would have been made to apologize, leave the store without a treat, and endure an "I'm very
disappointed in you" lecture on the way home before having to sit in my room for a while.
I probably shouldn't have said anything, I know. And I wish I could say that I was surprised he didn't get in trouble.