A particular father in Sam's Club was very SS today.
He was letting his oldest child push a cart with another child in it. No, let me rephrase that. He was letting his oldest child, who was cackling like a banshee, run pell-mell through the aisles pushing that cart at full speed while other child shrieked in what I wasn't sure was fear, glee or some strange combination of the two. And this being a warehouse store, that shrieking was echoing, making it even more ear-piercing.
But why was child 2 shrieking?
Because SS father, pushing ANOTHER cart with youngest child in it, was CHASING AFTER oldest child at full speed, laughing maniacally as if this were some sort of exciting game, whilst youngest child also shrieked at the tops of its very substantial lungs. And how do I know this was all a game? Because SS father could be heard jovially encouraging oldest child to "run faster or I'll get ya!" very much like two schoolchildren might do on their playground at recess.
A rather dumbfounded look was shared between me and the parents once this Benny Hill chase from hell was finally out of sight. But alas, not out of earshot. *sigh*
(It wasn't worth telling an employee. Not a one of the many in that area even looked up, and the motley crew didn't even come close to running into anyone, so really, what could they do?)