I was in a higher end department store today, rhymes with looming tails, and happened

to end up next to two teenage girls while shopping.

One of the girls had picked out a pair of very expensive boots.

They were both faunting over them.

The second girl must have looked at the price tag and asked the girl if she was really

going to spend that much of the boots.

The girl with the boots said something along the lines, it's fine I have my dad's credit

card, I'm not paying, which instantly caught my attention because that's not her card.

I've told my son multiple times he's never allowed to use my card, so I'm interested

to see how this girl thinks she's going to get away with fraud, but I'd split up from

the girls at this point because they had found something else.

We end up at the same register, me behind, and I see her total hit well over four digits.

The girl's about to swipe her card when I decide that I can't let her get away with something

like that.

Someone has to parent this child if no one else will.

I tell the cashier that isn't her card, but her father's and I'm not sure if she has

permission.

The girl in the front turning in glare and giving me the dirtiest look I've ever seen,

I swear this girl was going to throw a temper tantrum right there.

The girl tells the cashier her father gave her the card to shop with, but the cashier says

you can't use it and then they storm away and they're very, very mad.

She tells her husband what happened and the husband takes the side of the girls and

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