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So a friend and I were sat down in a restaurant and there's a table behind us crawling with parents and kids.
Now, it's no secret to anyone who knows me that I am *not* the world's biggest fan of children, but whatever. I didn't care and could ignore the noise as long as nobody bothered me.
So of course i feel the poking in my back of some goddamn little rugrat not two minutes after I sit down.
I ignore it the once.
I turn and give him a dirty look the second.
Apparently looking back on it the mother must not have known this because it happens a third.
I don't yell, I don't swear, I may have had an annoyed tint to my voice because that's only to be expected at this point, and all's I do is turn around and say "Stop poking me".
My friend and I overhear her talking to the kid and she's saying "Oh, how ruuude...he obviously doesn't have a family..."and whatever.
Then, she gets out of her chair, leans over to me and goes "The next time you talk like *that* to my child, we're gonna have issues".
So I think about it, and decide, we're about to get our dinner, she's obviously about to leave, and it rather seems to me at this point that she has enough "issues" as it is, so I bite down on the dressing-down I *wanted* to give her, do a cost-to-benefit ratio in my head, and decide to just let her think she's won, or saved her face, or done her mother-protecting-her-cubs thing, or whatever.
So she finishes up by putting his coat on himand she's all babying him "yeah, meeean, he's meeean"( If *I* am what she is gonna teach this kid is "mean" I shudder to think what will happen when they meet a REAL "mean" person)
I'm not by nature a confrontational person.
I didn't go there wanting to have a fight, or do anything at all but have my dinner.
Most certainly I didn't go out to have someone's little **** crawl all over me.
I found it curious, you see, that all of a sudden the kid's bad behavior became *my* fault.
Now if I thought this message would reach any bad parents, I might say it somewhere else than on my blog or a forum.
But it won't. Because the people I'm referring to, think I'm referring to somebody else.
So for my own therapeutic purposes--Hey all you spoiled parents--if you have not yet properly taught your kids how to behave in public--STOP ****ING BRINGING THEM OUT IN PUBLIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*relieved sigh of annoyance being let go*
You know what the two saddest things about this are?
One, that she probably learned nothing from this.
Two, that while I was pissed for a few minutes and by the time I was
home i'd forgotten about most of it, she's still probably in her car or at home, and she's probably on the phone to her mom or girlfriends or whoever, all fuming that someone dared "Talk like *that* to her child". The horror, the horror.
Well, I wish 'em the best--they're gonna need it.
Ladies and Gentlemen--The Future of America.
Now, it's no secret to anyone who knows me that I am *not* the world's biggest fan of children, but whatever. I didn't care and could ignore the noise as long as nobody bothered me.
So of course i feel the poking in my back of some goddamn little rugrat not two minutes after I sit down.
I ignore it the once.
I turn and give him a dirty look the second.
Apparently looking back on it the mother must not have known this because it happens a third.
I don't yell, I don't swear, I may have had an annoyed tint to my voice because that's only to be expected at this point, and all's I do is turn around and say "Stop poking me".
My friend and I overhear her talking to the kid and she's saying "Oh, how ruuude...he obviously doesn't have a family..."and whatever.
Then, she gets out of her chair, leans over to me and goes "The next time you talk like *that* to my child, we're gonna have issues".
So I think about it, and decide, we're about to get our dinner, she's obviously about to leave, and it rather seems to me at this point that she has enough "issues" as it is, so I bite down on the dressing-down I *wanted* to give her, do a cost-to-benefit ratio in my head, and decide to just let her think she's won, or saved her face, or done her mother-protecting-her-cubs thing, or whatever.
So she finishes up by putting his coat on himand she's all babying him "yeah, meeean, he's meeean"( If *I* am what she is gonna teach this kid is "mean" I shudder to think what will happen when they meet a REAL "mean" person)
I'm not by nature a confrontational person.
I didn't go there wanting to have a fight, or do anything at all but have my dinner.
Most certainly I didn't go out to have someone's little **** crawl all over me.
I found it curious, you see, that all of a sudden the kid's bad behavior became *my* fault.
Now if I thought this message would reach any bad parents, I might say it somewhere else than on my blog or a forum.
But it won't. Because the people I'm referring to, think I'm referring to somebody else.
So for my own therapeutic purposes--Hey all you spoiled parents--if you have not yet properly taught your kids how to behave in public--STOP ****ING BRINGING THEM OUT IN PUBLIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*relieved sigh of annoyance being let go*
You know what the two saddest things about this are?
One, that she probably learned nothing from this.
Two, that while I was pissed for a few minutes and by the time I was
home i'd forgotten about most of it, she's still probably in her car or at home, and she's probably on the phone to her mom or girlfriends or whoever, all fuming that someone dared "Talk like *that* to her child". The horror, the horror.
Well, I wish 'em the best--they're gonna need it.
Ladies and Gentlemen--The Future of America.