Meanwhile, Gramps was working his way around, saying, in a very controlled voice, "Easy, Steve. We won't be long. Easy boy." Another outburst, and she heard the grand-dad calmly saying, "It's okay, Steve. Just a couple of more minutes, and we'll be out of here. Hang in there, boy."
At the checkout counter, the little terror was now throwing items out of the cart. Gramps said again, in a continuing controlled voice, "Steve! Steve! Relax, buddy. Don't get upset, now. We'll be home in five-minutes. Just, stay cool, Steve."
Very impressed, the woman went outside, where the grandfather was loading both his groceries, and the obnoxious little cuss, into the car.
She said to the calm elderly gentleman, "It's really none of my business, but, you were simply amazing, in there. I just don't know how you actually did it. That whole time, you simply kept your composure and, no matter how loud and disruptive he eventually got, you just calmly kept saying that things would soon be okay. Steve is so very lucky, to have you as his grand-father."
"Thanks, lady," said the grand-father. "However, I'm actually Steve. This little brat's name is David."
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