Before I made internet, I worked at
London Drugs selling and fixing computers. We had moved to a temporary store while a new one was being built, and customer use of bathrooms was now somewhat restricted since they were at the very back of the employee areas.
A child who was maybe six to eight years old was watching the demo of Star Wars Pod Racer when he turned around and asked me if he could use the bathroom. I said in a fairly friendly tone "not unless you're going to pee your self". He turned back to the game without another word and I went back to my other duties until a few minutes later I heard a bit of a commotion.
It seems at the tender ages between six and eight, comprehension of the phrase "not unless you're going to pee your self" can be a little weak. Johnny Wetpants had pee running down his leg into a shiny little puddle in my department to which I said "oh shit" and called for a wet-cleanup to the computer department (a rarity due to the lack of liquids we sell within the department). No one came for a few minutes, so I wandered out front to customer service and inquired about who was available for a wet cleanup, at which point the assistant manager of the store handed me a roll of paper towels.
I'll tell you now, that I was not paid well enough back then to clean up puddles of kid piss with my hands and paper towels. The assistant manager ended up cleaning it up (she was a mom, and probably familiar with this type of incident) while I crossed my fingers that the kid wouldn't recite those fateful words I had told him about the bathroom.
I wonder why I've warmed up to the idea of having kids this last year.