On dining out….

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Couple enjoying dinner --- Image by © JLP/Jose L. Pelaez/CorbisYesterday, 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?  bad-behaving-boy1

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.