I Sure Miss Being A Spoiled Brat (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 09 2024	Views/Reads: 286/171	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Thinking about this, would a spoiled brat like being treated the same way? I need to treat people the way I would like to be treated. Nice deserves nice.

After my last doctor's visit, I went to the Publix pharmacy to pick up
new medicine. Doctors have a pill for every problem in the world—if 
only they all worked. 

I was early at the store, and my medicine wasn't quite ready. So, I
decided to walk around Publix and get a little exercise. 

Walking down one aisle, I noticed a little boy who seemed to be having
some problems. He was arguing with his mother, stamping his feet and 
telling her, "I want that candy." 

It was all his mother could do to keep him from getting out of control
in the store. 

I smiled and went down another aisle. About 15 minutes later, I was
walking down another aisle, and there was another little boy who was 
angrily talking to his mother, stamping his feet and telling her, "I 
deserve those cookies. I want them now." 

I tried to ignore that, walked past them, and headed for another aisle.
I must confess I was chuckling and very glad I didn't have those boys 
in my home. 

You won't believe it, but as I was walking down another aisle, there was
another little boy doing the very same thing. I was unsure what he 
wanted because I couldn't understand him; he was Spanish. But he had 
the same characteristics as the other two boys. 

I laughed as I went to the pharmacy to pick up my medicine and then
headed for my car. 

When I got home, I got a cup of coffee, sat on my easy chair, and began
thinking. I couldn't get those three boys out of my head as they were 
acting like spoiled brats. 

As I was reflecting on those boys, I had a terrible thought. I don't
know where this thought came from, and I would like to chase it down 
the aisle. But when I was their age, I was also a spoiled brat. 

I had forgotten about that stage in my life. I leaned back in my chair
and remembered those days in my childhood. At the time, I didn't think 
of it, but as I look back, I, too, was a spoiled brat. 

When I recall those spoiled brat days, I remember just how profitable
they were. I was able to get most of the things I really wanted. 

When my mother took me shopping, I remember that I put on my spoiled
brat attitude and got what I wanted at the store. There were a lot of 
things, like candy, cookies, and even some ice cream. If I made a 
scene, my mother would do whatever she could to settle me down. 

My grandmother was even better. I didn't have to go into too many temper
tantrums before she got me what I wanted. All I had to do was stand up, 
look at her, and scowled very angrily, and she melded and gave me what 
I wanted. 

Those were the golden days of being a spoiled brat. Whatever I wanted, I
could get just by being a spoiled brat. At the time, I was very good at 
that, and I got much of what I wanted. 

I'm not sure how long that spoiled brat era lasted, but I had the
advantage of it all those times. 

Sitting in my chair thinking about this, I had another thought. 

Now that I'm married, how would The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
deal with me reinventing my spoiled brat attitude? 

Could I get what I wanted just by acting like a spoiled brat? Would she
cave to all of my desires just because I was acting like a spoiled 
brat? Maybe I could get an Apple Fritter. 

What would be a good place to reinvent my spoiled brat attitude, and how
would The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage deal with it? 



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