"Okay so my child has to make a Cheetah for a class project. Do you have a kit or something?"
My co-worker looked up from her work. "We don't have a kit exactly, but we do have plenty of items you could use to make one if you wanted. What kind of Cheetah are you making?"
"There is only one kind. Duh!" The child rolled her eyes.
"Hum, have you researched this yet? Because there are several species—" she began to reply.
"No there is only one! It has spots!" the child interrupted.
"Okay then—let me show you our clay, glue and paper."
"Actually" the mother interjected "It's due tomorrow. Can you just make it for us?"
"No Ma'am, we don't actually do craft projects, we just sell the supplies."
"But it's due tomorrow!" The mother insisted.
"Well sorry doesn't help me out! I want to speak to your manager. I need someone to make this!"
"Yes Ma'am, let me get one for you if you will just wait right here..." She gingerly stepped around the woman, avoiding any sudden moves that might further provoke the ravaging entitlement from within.