A woman comes in with two kids. They see that I am splitting books, and start moving comics that I've put down.
Me: Please don't touch those piles. I'm separating comics to put away.
Entitled Cambridge Lady: It's ok. We'll put them back.
Me: Sorry. If you're looking for something particular, I can help you find it, but I can't have you moving those piles around. They need to stay where they are.
ECL: It will just be a few minutes.
Me: No. They can't be moved.
ECL: They can, though. Watch!
Kid: Mom. Stop. We're not supposed to move them.
ECL: It's fine.
Me: It's not. Please leave the piles where they are, and if you're looking for something specific, let me know, I'll help you find them.
She continues to loiter in my space while the kids move away.
Kid: Do you have any Pokemon books?
Me: We do! here, I'll show you where they are.
ECL hovers around my workspace while I show the kids the Pokemon books.
Kid: Cool! Pokemon Emerald! I've never seen these before! Mom, look.
ECL vacates my space, and I undo the damage she did. I think.
ECL: We need some chairs over here.
Me: We're a store. We don't have chairs.
ECL: So we're supposed to just read them on the floor, then?
Me: Adults aren't allowed to sit on the floor. Your kids can, but adults sitting down creates a fire hazard.
ECL: There's a chair behind the counter.
Me: It's bolted to the floor.
This is a lie. And she knows it.
They read the entirety of the three books and left without buying anything. Of course.
I hope these kids have cool babysitters, cousins, or extended family so they don't grow up like their horrible mother.