Well, I drove down to Minneapolis/St.Paul for Canadian spring break with my gf, brother, and his gf. Everything was going great until we went to Ikea. My brother and his gf got lost. My GF and I could not find them, and were waiting for over an hour for them. We were getting pretty upset, so my GF said that she would look for them in the store, and I would go and have them paged down to the front. So I went to the "Returns" desk, and ask if they could page someone for me. The woman there refused to page anybody. She was giving me mad lip about how irresponsible I was for losing the other person, and how they were not allowed to page anybody over the age of 12. So I lied to her. I was very calm and collected, but I asserted myself over her.I told her that it was my son that was lost, and that I needed her to page him.
Bam. She leaves the desk without saying anything to me, and she goes the the intercom, and pages "Code 99 to the front." I'm likeWhat are you doing, calling a code 99? What's is it. Next thing I know there are four managers at the front with me, and they are telling me that they would find my son. I'm like OK, um... what am I supposed to tell them? So I describe what my brother looks like "tall, skinny, brown hair, ect" and then they have everybody looking around the store for my seven year old, who doesn't exist. So I panic, and say "I'll check the car, and make sure they are not there" and the manager follows me out to the car. I walk around the parking lot for about ten minutes. Eventually I give up trying to lose him in the parking lot, and realise he would not stop following me.
SO I sit on the trunk of my car, waiting for the manager to give up and leave. He doesn't. So I try and fake that I found my son. "There he is, thanks for looking, but I see him now." The manager says "Well, I have to see him, and verify that he's there." "No, that's ok... I see him with his mom. They are fine, thanks... we'll be on our way now." The manager would not leave. He's really pissing me off now, because I just want to leave. SO we are walking through the parking lot, and he's right beside me. Now he's giving me lip about not being responsible and such. So I tripped him. I stuck out my leg, and let him trip over it. After he fell, I ducked around a minivan, and darted back to my car. I hop in, and see that my GF and everyone else is at the front door. So I drive to the front of the store, and tell them to get in the car as fast as possible. They are all being stupid and questioning me why. So I yell at them "Get in now, or I'm leaving!" They hop in the car... but because it took them so long to get in, one of the cashiers came out, and wanted to know why I was leaving without my son. So she blocks my car so I can't drive away. She comes up to the window, and asks "what's going on, aren't you waiting for your son?" So I told her that my son went home with him grandma. Everyone in the car is like "What?" So I punch the gas and speed off. Then I had to explain to everyone what happened.
When I was out at my car with the manager, they paged in the store "anybody who sees a young boy wearing a red shirt, and black pants named "x" please bring him to the front desk. My brother goes to the front, and says "My name is X and I'm wearing a red shirt and black pants" the girl at the desk goes "Nope, we're looking for a eight year old." She didnt' put two and two together. Plus if my son did exist, and someone saw him, then they would have known that he was lost, and could have kid-napped him.
Thank goodness I don't have a gun, otherwise someone would have been shot that day. This whole ordeal took four hours out of my day. All I wanted to do was go to Ikea, have some meat-balls while my GF shops, and leave. Damn idiots ruined my day. I was so pissed off. I am normally very calm, but this pushed me too far. It really got out of hand fast! First thing I did when I got home was burn my GF's Ikea catalogue. Second thing I did was get heck for burning her catalogue.
I know I was bad because I lied, and this all could have been avoided... and I will know better for next time. It's so much easier to lie in Canada. I get anything I want.