I won't show my face there anytime soon

Tantrums. I hate them. Both of my kids can throw great ones. One of the things I hate is that I don't know where they are going to take place. Take today for instance.

We ran to Albertsons on our way home from swimming. I needed french bread for dinner tonight. Littlebit decided that she wanted to carry the french bread. Fine. I saw a box of doughnut holes and being very hungry, I picked them up. Lovey wanted to carry them. Not fine. Littlebit threw the bread and refused to walk toward the checkout. I picked up the bread and she proceeds to run toward the exit. I had to throw the bread on some random stand in the deli so it wouldn't appear I was trying to run out of the store with a $2 loaf of bread. I pick her up as she is flailing and make my way to the checkout. Seeing that all of the check stands have a lot of people I decide to go through self-check. BIG MISTAKE.

I manage to scan my 2 items and get set to pay when Littlebit leans on the bagging area. The screen flashes to remove the last item. Littlebit was barely touching the bagging area. I pick up Littlebit which results in screaming and more flailing. I am doing my best not to drop her and to make matters worse I recognize someone in the next check stand. Great. I look back at the screen to finish paying and see it still says to remove the last item. I removed all of the items and it wouldn't go away. Now, normally there is someone watching the self-check, but today there is not. Littlebit is screaming, people are staring, a line is forming and there are no employees willing to help me. The lady at the self check in front of me went to ask customer service for help. After five minutes, yes I said five minutes, someone finally came over and do you know what she said. She just looked at me rolled her eyes and said, "You know that the whole thing is a scale and if they (said with distaste) touch it, it will register. I guess I can fix it, but they aren't supposed to touch it. I guess I can fix it." I wanted to scream, "I'm not an idiot, you twit, I know they aren't supposed to touch it, but a two year old doesn't and it is at her height and telling me that they aren't supposed to touch it isn't going to fix the problem. The problem is that the screen won't go away after I removed the item (the item being my child). It is your computers problem, not mine or my child's. Now stop being so rude and just fix it and let me pay." Now they were a few other choice words in my head that I won't type here. I actually said, "Yes I know, but the screen won't go away." Throughout all of this Littlebit is thrashing about crying and screaming and people are staring at me. Funny how as I was leaving there were two employees at the self-check. Hmmm...