(I am a technician. I am given an SUV to perform a brake job. I hop in the car and drive it into the shop when I glance in the rear view mirror and spot a small boy strapped into his carseat. He smiles and waves at me. I whip around and look at him with a dumbfounded look.)
Me: “Uhh. Why are you in here?” Boy: “Mommy said I can stay in the car.” Me: “I think your mother was mistaken.”
(I roll down the window and shout for my shop foreman. He walks up and his jaw drops. I un-strap the child much to his dismay, and walk him into the lobby while holding his hand.)
Mother: “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY CHILD! I’M CALLING THE COPS!”
Me: “Don’t shout at me. Why on earth did you think leaving your son in your car was a good idea? Do you have any idea how hot it was in your vehicle by the time I got into it?!”
Mother: “He’s restless. The only time he calms down is when he can nap in the car! WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM OUT?!”
Me: “Ma’am. I am not leaving a child in a hot car five feet in the air while I perform service on it.”
Shop Foreman: “Go ahead, ma’am… Call the police, and explain to them why your son’s energy is reason enough to leave him in a hot car with the windows up… I think they might side with us.”
(She sputters profanity at us for about 3o seconds before storming out of the store looking for her car.)
Shop Foreman: *to me* “Are you gonna back her car out?”
Me: “I was thinking of going to lunch, actually.”
