A woman in a grocery store happens upon a grandfather and his poorly behaved 3 year-old grandson.

It’s obvious to her that the grandfather has his hands full with the child screaming for candy in the candy aisle, cookies in the cookie aisle, etc. Meanwhile, Gramps is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice, “Easy, Albert, we won’t be long – easy, boy.” Another outburst and she hears Gramps calmly say, “Its okay, Albert, just a couple more minutes and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there boy.” At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the cart, and Gramps again, in a controlled voice, is saying “Albert, Albert, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes; stay cool, Albert.” Very impressed, the woman goes outside where Gramps is loading his groceries and the boy into the car. “You know, sir, it’s none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don’t know how you did it. That whole time, you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. Albert is very lucky to have you as his grandpa.” “Thanks, lady,” said Gramps, “But, I’m Albert – the little bastard’s name is Steve and I’m going to beat the shit out of him when I get him home.

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Shout out to Gramps for this.. possibly the only way he’ll hear you.
HugoZHackenbush2

That was funny! I’ve seen this at the store several times..I am the one mumbilng under my breath ‟If that little shit was MY kid….”
betterExplode

I could tell what the joke was before the punchline, it’s a classic
LordIggy88

He still kept his composure in public at least?
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Albert had composure. My friend just didn’t have a clue. True story. A friend (F ) of mine attracted attention as she calmly wheeled her cart through the grocery store, blissfully unaware that the two year-old sitting directly in front of her, was screaming. Loudly. Continuously. Without inhaling. Not needing to breathe. Shoppers shot looks that said, “Hey lady, take care of your screaming baby.” F didn’t notice, so they looked at me, “Hey lady, make your friend take care of her baby!” I tried keeping distance between myself and my friend’s shopping cart. Not enough difference, I guess. The situation became increasingly awkward, so I finally approached F, and said into her good ear, “You know, Princess Perfect (PP), is screaming?” F: “Oh, no! How long? How loud? Do you think anyone noticed? No one noticed, did they?” Me: “Yeah. She started screaming as soon as we stepped inside the store, and hasn’t stopped since. People have been staring at us.” F: “If, PP, was crying, you should have told me.” Me: “I didn’t say she was ‘crying’, I said she was ‘screaming’.” F: “‘Screaming’? That’s okay.” Me: “How is that okay? PP’s screaming is bothering everyone in the store.” F: “That’s okay. I have high-frequency hearing loss.” Me: “The rest of us don’t…Yet.” F: “Don’t what?” Me: “Have high-frequency hearing loss. But I can guess why you do.” F: “Why I do what?” Me: “Never mind.”
Pasta-Grandma

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