On dining out….
Yesterday, as hubby and I sat in the local Cheddars sharing an Asian salad with giant wontons and a burger, we were engrossed in stimulating conversation. The waitress was pleasant and did not overly interrupt us with “can I get ya anything,” or “ya’ll okay over here?” All in all it was a nice lunch. Until…
Yes here comes the straw that broke the camel’s back. The hostess sits a young couple behind us with two very active toddlers.
What the Frankenstein?
DO we have any kids?
Why are you sitting that screaming pile of family fun behind us?
Better yet, why are you putting kids in the same section as all of these people who came out to dine without a screaming child?
You know guys, I was just thinking, restaurants should have a family section. A section of the restaurant with stain proof carpet, animations playing on small flat screens, coloring books and such.
Their own damned section.
No, I am not anti-family. But my kid is grown. And until he gets married and brings us some grandkids, I don’t want to dine with screaming kids.