Showing posts with label Border's book store. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Border's book store. Show all posts

Wednesday

Borders on School Street in Boston, MA

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Heavens to Mercury if I didn't come across the most ill mannered nanny on the Eastern Seaboard today, (10/31). She was meandering through the store chomping on a multi pack of Recess Peanut butter cups, failing to mind her desperate for attention 3 year old charge and repeatedly accepting phone calls that came in on her obnoxious ring tone. No that wasn't enough. The girl left her empty wrapper on a table with new books. Just left it. She then popped a piece of gum in her mouth and began to snap it. Another phone call. And another. I was standing in her vicinity when a sharply dressed father approached her and suggested in the nicest possible way that she look after the little boy.

He, "he's a great little guy, does he belong to you"

Her, "Yep. he's a tiger"

He, "He's tearing around here a bit, you might want to trail him a little closer"

Her, "I've been following him since we walked in"

He, "They're sure fast at this age". (Laughs).

She, **looks at him like 'whattttt' ***

He, smiles and walks away.

She then received another phone call, snaps open her phone and says something like "Whitey Whiterson just came up on me and gave me a tongue lashing, uhm hmmm.".

The little boy is standing right next to her. Other people are within earshot.

She says, "That's right, tell the black woman to do her job. She's black, so she must not be doing her job. Papa perfect- my ass".

I'm going to stop there but she went on for a bit and then left the store.

The little boy was wearing an Elmo football style shirt that had Elmo on it and another long sleeve shirt that was rust colored underneath it. The nanny was stylishly dressed in designer jeans and cute clothing and had a short haircut that was kind of pixie in style with tendrils coming by her ears. The ends of her hair had a reddish ting or frost to them.

Now, I ask you. Is the problem with the nanny or the person who hired her?