Remember the brain dead mom who let her son play with the ropes in France
and was too busy on the phone to parent?
No?
Doesn't matter.
Suffice to say, her sister was in Germany that day.
Well, I don't know if the mom was on the phone, since I never saw her,
but she sure wasn't worrying about parenting.
As I'm admiring the clocks, this little boy,
about six? Eight? Years old, ducks under the rope,
runs up to the clocks and starts swinging his arm back and forth.
Sweeping the pendulums and counter-weights to and fro!

I stood there for a second, completely dumbfounded!
(Well, okay. I'm normally dumbfounded... but this time more so than usual.)
A CM who was standing beside the clocks, quickly intervened.
I was amazed at how gentle, yet firm she was.
She didn't touch the boy, (I would've)
but in a stern voice told him not to touch.
The mom shows up and takes the little snowflake away.
I really wish he'd broken one or more of the clocks.
Mom: "Oh, I'm so sorry. My little darling is so silly. I'm sure you understand."
CM: "No problem. These things happen... Now.
Did you want us to charge $4,800 to your room?
Or would you prefer another payment method?"