Hero Doh

Last week, I was working in a supermarket out east. I was minding my own business, you know, doing my work. Doing what I do. Making the money. I digress.

So I was working, and I notice this kid come down the aisle. A toddler - couldn't have been more than 3 years old. He was walking with his father, but his father was pretty old. I actually thought it was his grandfather at first. The young boy was holding onto a really cool Play-Doh set. I was staring at it and thinking "man I wish I had some Play-Doh right now. I hate my job. I wish I worked in a Play-Doh factory." In the midst of my daydream involving me working in some sort of clay wonderland, the little dude's box fell, and out spilled 10 little cases of Play-Doh. "Evannnn, what did you do?" said the old man. "I spilled the Play-Doh daddy" replied Evan (the little kid). Me being the nice guy I am, I helped Evan pick up his Play-Doh and put it back into his box. Evan and his dad moved along, I went back to the excruciating minutia of the tasks at hand.

About 3 minutes later, I see Evan again. Just walking down the aisle, with his Play-Doh, but not his Grand-Dad. He was wandering around solo, so I was like "Hey buddy where's your grandpa?" But all he said was "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" So I'm all like "It's cool dude, we'll find Daddy." I walk around the entire store with this kid, looking for the old man. I finally spot him in the bread aisle, just doing his shopping. I don't think he knew that his son was missing. So I bring him over, and this was his reaction: " Oh he usually meets me in the car."

Now, I am all about having a sense of humor. But in a situation like that, you would think a parent/guardian would be in a complete frenzy. I'm in supermarkets all day, I've seen mothers completely wig the hell out when their kid wanders like 6 feet from them. But not this old man. I was quite confused to be honest.

So, am I a hero? Nah. I just want to work in a Play-Doh factory.