reminder. if you ship incest or support people who ship incest or dont care that people ship incest i am not your friend. that shit is harmful, nasty, and fetishizes normal family relationships. do not interact with me and do not expect respect if you do because you will not get it
Mentally recovering over an earlier interaction with a customer. A man who looked like he was around 40, spoke with a strong Unovan accent but spoke rough Kalosian, and had a mime jr walked in, asking if he couldn eat outside food if he still bought a drink. I said yes, and he ordered a black coffee.
This man sat down with his drink, grabbed a cushion, and put it on his head WITH THE MIME JR ON TOP OF IT!!!!!!!! He than gave BLACK COFFEE to his MIME JR!!!!!!!!!! And as if that was not the weirdest part, HE PULLED OUT A HEAD OF LETTUCE FROM A SUITCASE AND ATE ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PARDON??!!?!!?!??!????? Welcome to the Kalos Region, Monsieur, we do not eat whole heads of lettuce here!!!!!!!!!! I would hope he can handle a caffeinated mime jr, but the mime jr might just have to handle him!!!
A WHOLE HEAD OF LETTUCE
AT LEAST TEAR AND DRESS THE LETTUCE
I would have said that was an illusion pokemon somehow but nah people do be like that
One time while I was manning the hands-on tide pool exhibit at work a toddler grabbed a Pyukumuku out of the water and started shoving it in their mouth. The Pyukumuku very obviously did not like this, and spat out its organs in the kid’s mouth to get it to drop it. It worked, the kid gagged and dropped it on the ground, and the parents (of course) started yelling at me when I ran over to retrieve the pokèmon. I got the predictable earful about letting a pokèmon attack their precious child, how dangerous it was, how we should control our pokèmon better. I apologized and told them that Pyukumuku is a sensitive pokèmon, it thought it was being eaten so it defended itself, and it was unfortunate that it had to come to that, but the child was unhurt and the Pyukumuku was safe. I offered to escort them to customer service to get a refund on their tickets or whatever.
And then they told me that we should let their kid eat the Pyukumuku.
I had no idea what they were getting at. Was this a joke? Did they mean they wanted our sea cucumber dead?? I asked for them to clarify. They wanted us to let the kid shove it in their mouth as much as he wanted without the Pyukumuku attacking or doing anything about it. I need to reiterate. This is a Pyukumuku. A living, breathing pokèmon with self-preservation instincts. It does not want to be in the mouth of anything except maybe a Pelipper. And this kid’s parents want us to let him gnaw on it without consequences. I explained this to the parents, that pokèmon generally try to defend themselves when they think they’re being eaten, that any of our other pokèmon probably would’ve done the same.
They told me that we should train our pokèmon better, then.
I had. No idea what to say. I was speechless. I apologized again, I was racking my brain for literally anything I could say except ‘ARE YOU INSANE’. Luckily one of my coworkers had seen what was going on and how heated things were getting and had called for a manager and a security guard, who escorted them off (WITHOUT Pyukumuku).
I asked that manager how it went later that day before I left and she just gave me the most exhausted look I’ve ever seen in my life.
I have met so many entitled humans in my time as a therapist. People who would get mad that their Grookey liked to hit things with sticks with no attempt at training it otherwise. People who got upset that their Salandit didn’t constantly put out a sweet scent, just because it could learn the move!
But somehow, I feel like this tops everything I’ve seen. I’m sorry, “please train your Pyukumuku to let our kid eat it”? I… I’m not even sure what the objective is. Other than blatant entitlement.
I think the bicycle helmet discourse really just reinforces the idea that people believe that accidents only happen to the stupid and careless, and that people who get hurt somehow deserve it. And since nobody wants to believe themselves to be stupid, or thinks they could be careless or distracted, it’s not necessary to take precautions.
And then they take safety advice as an insult because telling someone to be safe is seen as an accusation of being stupid and irresponsible, and not just a value neutral acknowledgement of statistical inevitably. We see it with masks, and seatbelts, and now bicycle helmets because everyone wants to believe they’re too clever to get hurt, and too lucky to get hurt badly, until suddenly you’re not and you have to resign, in shame, to being one of the people you previously saw as annoying nags, assuming you’re even still alive.
