Throwing Stones

People who live in glass houses should not throw stones. I spent the better part of my morning putting out fires. Why is it that when two or more women are within a block of each other they have to fight. Two of my hardest working people are women, buy my lord they are some catty bitches especially when they work together. The lesbian hates the house wife and visa versa, after many hours of listening to each of them, cry lie and blame each other, their 3rd grade shenanigans boiled down to a she said/said pissing contest. I scolded them both and then they were fine, I was of course the bad guy, which is a hat that is starting to fit comfortably when it comes to these two wenches.
About twenty minutes before closing tonite, they were still sulking around, being rude to customers, pissy in general, one of them came up to me and pointed out a little girl, maybe 2 years old if that. She was sitting in a mud hole filling a plant with rocks, throwing a few little stones around, as much damage as a little tike can muster. "Aren't you gonna do something about that?" I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and walked away. I went over to the little girl and started throwing rocks with her. The family are regulars in the store. The little girl has one leg. You couldn't tell through the little pink tights covering her little plastic toes, just another perfect blonde hair blue eyed baby girl. After they left, I stopped and made a couple pissy employes a little more aware of the world they live in. I explained that a few rocks in the mix are nothing, and I would not be the monster they sent out to project their bad day on a little girl that had way more problems than them. I shook my head, walked away and threw a few more rocks, sometimes in life just do not merit a fight, and sometimes it feels like freedom,to just be able to throw a few stones, just sit in a mud hole, throw a few stones, and be thankful, sorry it's been so long blog.