You walk into a Book Store and your 5 year old lets go of your hand and wonders on his own. For a minute, you're unable to locate the your child so you ask the cashier to please keep an eye open at the door to make sure that a child doesn't walk out as you (parent) search the store for your son and the cashier replies. I'm not a security gaurd. To find out later that the cashier was the supervisor. Fu*king bitch. Excuse my language. I just started thinking of it again.