Hush Money — Er, Honey

The other night my sister and I went out for an impromptu dinner with the kids. Kid-friendly Ruby Tuesdays was the not-so-lucky locale for this outing, as my sister’s son Dashiell loves the salad bar and she likes the vegetarian options.

Maeve, however, wasn’t having it at all. It began as soon as I took her out of her carseat. She didn’t want to leave the side of the car, her feet planted firmly on the pavement, her top half swaying toward me as I took her hand and tried to walk forward.

Shoulda been a clue.

As I attempted to place her in her highchair, all toddler hellfire broke loose. This wasn’t a meltdown — it was more like self-combustion. Absolute hysterics, I tell you. In fact, I’m sure she was way past the point of even knowing what she was crying about.

As Dashiell was trying to talk over her to show me something about the maze on the kids’ menu, and my sister and I were trying to calm her down, the waiter approached and introduced himself. All I heard was “person,” “serving,” “today.” Lucky him.

We couldn’t hear him over the babyshrill let alone concentrate on what we’d order, so we (loudly) requested more time. By now I was thinking we might just need to go. Pitying those around us and not wanting to ruin their evening, I was about to suggest this change of plans when my sister headed off to the salad bar to grab some finger food to console the wild beast. (I say this with love, folks, so no nasty e-mails, please.)

Meanwhile, I remembered I had pink bunny cookies in my purse — don’t ask, I’ve also got six CDs, a yo-yo that lights up, a flattened granola bar or two, a lint brush, a plastic egg holding a red bouncy ball, my family’s fortune in loose coins, three ballpoint pens that don’t work, about a half-dozen wrapped tampons floating loose all willy-nilly, a bottle of generic Tylenol, a diaper, an envelope of horse-sized Advil gelcaps from my latest dentist visit, a pair of Maeve’s socks rolled into a ball, a red Sharpie marker, a booklet of kiddie ride tickets for this summer at the boardwalk, and Sandra Boynton’s Hey Wake Up book — and so I simultaneously broke every good parenting rule and handed her the cookies as a peace (and quiet) offering. Hush money, if you will. Just … make … the … screaming … stop.

Between the cookies and the snacks my sister brought back from the salad bar, Maeve calmed down. (Although the fiery look in her eyes had us fearful her head would spin again at any moment.)

Problem is, we began to think we were added to some sort of Ruby’s Watch List. In fact, we’re pretty sure there now are sketches of us taped up in back. You see, we hadn’t ordered yet, which means Maeve ate seven stolen grapes and five stolen raisins. My 21-month-old could very well have a permanent record.

While we waited for the server so we could place our order (which included salad bars, folks), the hostess hovered near our table, pretending to be checking out Something Very Important somewhere very close to the little plate in front of Maeve. Good at playing hostess, not so good at playing detective.

As my sister and I debated if we were just being paranoid, our dinner arrived and it was the manager who delivered it. He questioned if he was “missing food for the kids.” Now absolutely sure we were the latest denizens on Ruby’s Watch List, we pointed out that both kids were eating the salad bar. He smiled something short of an actual smile and left. Moments later he was talking to Detective Hostess.

As soon as we could get our waiter’s attention, we explained that it seemed folks were worried we’d ordered for the kids and we wanted to confirm with him that he had, in fact, heard us order the salad bar for both of them. He seemed confused, agreed we’d ordered for them, and claimed he didn’t know of anything amiss.

Before too long, Detective Hostess, Manager Man and our waiter were talking in a restaurant huddle.


Before we left the not-so-relaxing dinner, I headed to the ladies room. My sister had both kids at the table and before I’d even exited the stall, I heard their voices in the bathroom. I actually wondered if something had happened back at the table related to the Grapes Security Breach, but it turns out Dash just needed the restroom.

As we waited, she and I reminded one another that the next time we get the bright idea for an impromptu Girls’ Night Out with the kids, one of us should shoot the other first as that would be less painful. 

As we laughed, he suddenly bellowed, “Get!Her!Out!Of!Here!” We looked over, and all we could see was Maeve’s tush as she was squeezing herself under the door to his stall like she was a limbo finalist.

“Da-shiell!” she cooed and giggled, happy to have found him in this self-created game of hide-n-seek.

“Mo-om!” he yelled, flustered and embarrassed.

Rrrrright. Time to go.

On the drive home, both of us exhausted, we wondered aloud if our husbands could have done better. We assured ourselves they couldn’t — ahem, ahem — and vowed that one day soon we’d suggest they take the kids out for some good father-child-brother-in-law-cousin bonding time.

And we’d head out for a mani and pedi. Yes, that sounded nice.

But by the time we pulled into my driveway, our plan morphed instead into an Evening of Espionage as we agreed we should instead trail the guys and watch from afar — as part of “Operation Can They Leave Less Food on the Floor And Avoid The Ruby Tuesdays’ Sketch Artists?”

Now that’s a Girls’ Night Out.



Filed under Children, Family, Husbands, Love, Maeve, Parenting, Still learning

28 responses to “Hush Money — Er, Honey

  1. Maureen

    Laughing out loud as I picture Dash having his “private time” interrupted by a little cutie pie under the door! What a riot (to everyone but Dash!!)

    We have too have a list of places we are sure we will never be welcomed at again…. T left dry spaghetti on every surface imaginable at one italian place (including the jacket of the man unforunate enough to sit near us – talk about embarrassed!) Fortunately, our favorites are not among them, and we tend to compensate by being good tippers. We figure the managers might hate us, but the wait staff fight over who gets to wait on us!!!

    Can’t wait for next week!!


  2. Better not post this stuff on the internet…some member of the Salad Bar Police will catch wind of your little shenanigans and Citizens Arrest you! I mean, you ARE talkin’ grapes and raisins here!

  3. Oh my, LOL!! Too funny!

    We do OK at Ruby Tuesdays, but Nate is 5 and that makes a huge difference. And if I’m being smart (which isn’t always, believe me), I bring a small toy for him to play with.

    Ahhhh, the joys of dining out with kiddos. It’s still a challenge at times, but easier than it used to be.

  4. Lynn

    I think I saw pictures of you guys on the 10pm news 🙂

  5. I’m not sure about the previous two, but having lived through similar myself, I had to laugh – wryly, but laugh all the same. It’s painful when it happens, but makes for great family stories after the fact.

    “Remember when . . .”

  6. Thanks, Margie. That’s all I meant it to be — a story I figured most parents would understand. I actually deleted the last comments to which you refer — something I’ve not done before and didn’t think I ever would. To clarify: I said my daughter was in hysterics — not that the situation was hysterical. Big difference. I’d never want to ruin someone else’s night out; just as I was thinking we should leave, the salad snacks arrived and did the trick. She’s 20 months’ old folks. As for the remarks about adoption and nonparenting? Totally uncalled for.

  7. timethief

    When clarifying in response to comments left on your blog post it’s very poor form to delete the comments that were made so you can have the last word.

    You are the party who had absolutely no consideration for the other diners. And your excuse for that is to hide behind the child’s age. How pathetic.

  8. wow, certainly not a post I would think to be controversial…

  9. timethief

    Before too long, Detective Hostess, Manager Man and our waiter were talking in a restaurant huddle.

    IMO this post demonstrated a lack of consideration for the other diners in the restaurant, as well as, belittling the waiter, hostess and manager of a restaurant.

    If I had been one of the diners who had endured the child’s “hysterics” I would have immediately requested the removal of the mother and the child and I would have expected the staff to act accordingly to carry that out. If they had failed to act appropriately I would have left without paying my bill and told all my friend’s never to eat there. Hence it’s no wonder to me that the staff were “huddled”.

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  11. mercurior

    ok, i have a few questions, what about the other patrons, dont they deserve a nice night out.

    what about the screaming, the hysterical child, dont you think that caused disruption, to other people.

    parents complain when people are concerned about screaming kids, and yet they want the “village” to look after them.

    what would you think if a group of adults where in the restaurant, and made the same noise that the child did. would the adult be asked to leave for disrupting the place. are there different rules for children, as a lot of parents say its never too young to start teaching them good manners. i know some parents that actually would take that child out of the place, if it was acting up, but a lot of parents only see what they want not the needs of other paying patrons.

  12. trixieintransit

    Don’t you hate it when your fantasy night out turns “dangerous”?? I know that my BFF and I would have been in tears over the salad bar nonsense and we both would have sacrificed cookies, ding-dongs, or whatever junk food product it took to quiet the baby. I once gave my nephew a peanut butter cup because his mom and I needed another 35 minutes of shopping time. It worked. We got home before the melt down. Of course I didn’t tell the SW about this parenting stragety. Nope. Not one to be tarred before I become a mom in the first place 🙂

  13. Oh, my word! Gretchen noted that she was thinking of leaving soon afer they got there, but then Maeve calmed down. Which is what some overheated bloggers apparently need to do instead of looking for a fight online where apparently there isn’t one.

  14. Yes, please, lets all never take our children out of the house again…they could annoy someone–at a restaurant, at the bus stop, in the walmart, or at the park. Terrible, loud, messy, sticky little children with no manners. Because the best place to teach them how to behave in public is in the privacy of your own home. (Is there a smiley that says “snark” on it?).

    I still like your story as it stands, Gretchen, and if I were at the restaurant, I’d ask if there was anything I could do to help, not kick you to the curb.

  15. I didn’t realize that Mercurior was dining at the very same restaurant at the very same time so that she could tell us whether the disruption was 3 minutes long, 10 minutes, or even longer. Maybe she could enlighten us, since obviously spicing up a story for the sake of humor is not allowed among us parenting types. I guess mostly we’re concerned about making the world a noisier, more difficult place to be in for those without children. Shoulda told me sooner; I would have tried harder. Now that I know, trust me, I’ll be working on this, and I’m sure my guy will do his best. 😉

    I’m not even sure what village Mamagigi enlisted to help with her parenting, but if she did, I wonder if I could book them for my next night out. Uh-oh, some parenting humor there, and God knows, that’s not allowed among those humor-free, I mean child-free personnes. They seem to be a regimented group, so stand up straight, be quiet, and march forward, and that goes for you too, Junior!! Otherwise, it’s Miss Gulch on her bike.

    I got your back, Gigi.

  16. In response to Timethief’s comment: My husband is a general manager of a restaurant. He would NEVER kick a family out due to a rowdy child. He has asked families to contain children, etc. but only when the child is in danger of being hurt by running around, climbing on tops of tables, etc. However, I can guarantee that if you left without paying your bill, he would call the police immediately. Sorry it offends you, but an upset child is not a reason to kick someone out of a restaurant and refusal to kick them out is not an excuse to steal.

    Mama- Sorry you went through this and are getting such mean comments. It made me laugh!

  17. christine

    well, i have read the blog and am stunned. i cannot believe what i have read here. btw, mommamarci-two wrongs dont make a right. stealing is wrong period. no matter what. yes, us” humor-free,”(sarcastic tone there)child free types have standards too. there are more of us in the world.
    unruliness is not funny nor condone-able, no matter what age group you belong to. if someone was being rude,loud and obnoxious at your house and it was driving you insane, wouldn’t you kick them out or call the police?
    The blog and a majority of the responses indicate many immature and irresponsible parents, that hide behind their kids ages, instead of taking responsibility for their kid and their behavior. such a shame.
    it is perfectly acceptable for spoiled meals from us considerate types out there, to speak with the manager and get that child under control or we will leave and recommend to our many friends and family members never to go to that restaurant again.
    i am grateful,however, as labeled”humor-less,selfish”childfree types, our numbers are growing and we should not have to be subjected to all of this loud,rude,disrespectful conduct in a public restaurant. Many decent managers will allow patrons to leave with either seriously discounted meals or sign off the receipt, and lose money due to that kind of disturbance and inconsiderate/irresponsible types.

  18. Hillari

    Parents sure have changed in this day and age. I do remember people taking their kids out of public places, like restaurants and movie theaters immediately when the youngsters caused any kind of noisy disturbance. The parents would calm their kids down before bringing them back in. If the children were still not behaving — especially in the case of babies and toddlers — the whole family would leave the premises as to not disturb the other patrons.

    There was no need for managers to ask people to leave, because the parents took responsibility on their own to do that and considered the other patrons around them. Consideration of others is a low point these days.

  19. Cosette

    If you are going to delete some comments, you should really delete the replies to them as well. Right now your blog is a cacophony of replies to nothing, and doesn’t make much sense.

  20. Wouldn’t it be better to train your children at home and take them to restaurants only when they know how to behave in public?

    Is it fair to all the others in the restaurant — wait staff, bussers, host/hostesses, managers, cooks, patrons, etc. — to be subjected to a child’s incessant screaming and/or throwing food?

    When I go to a restaurant, I don’t expect to end up wearing what the kid at the next booth refused to eat. And I shouldn’t have to!

    Why ruin it for others?

    If a child misbehaves in a public place, the responsible adult should remove the child immediately, in order to minimize the impact of that child’s misbehavior on innocent bystanders, and to teach the child that inappropriate behavior results in the immediate termination of what would have been an enjoyable experience.

    Jerry Steinberg
    Founding Non-Father of NO KIDDING!
    The international social club for childless and childfree couples and singles;

  21. I have to agree with TimeThief… very bad form, to delete comments from others with opposing viewpoints, unless those comments are genuinely malicious. I happen to know of two commenters, Britgirl and Christine, that would not post blatantly malicious comments on one’s blog; yet you deleted their comments.

    If you consider yourself an open-minded person, you should re-think the decision of deleting others opposing viewpoints. Healthy debates pave the way for knowledge and growth.

    I am intrigued to know just what those comments were and why they were so bad as to have warranted deletion. Too bad I can’t find out for sure…

  22. Here’s the thing — all of you who are objecting to Gretchen not taking her child out of the restaurant are making a heap of assumptions. As I said before, unless somebody was actually THERE at the exact moment that she was, you have no idea if this lasted 3 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes, or longer. I am a mother, and I myself have been annoyed by other parents not taking their children out of establishments after a certain amount of time, but with purses, diaper bags, and all the things that you necessarily carry for children, it actually takes a few minutes to even get those together to leave. Now, by that time, if said child has calmed down, there’s no need to leave the restaurant. Sometimes it’s a quick fix — which it certainly sounded like in this case. And sometimes it’s not. I have taken my child out of restaurants throughout his childhood, and there was a period of time there when my husband and I did what we called “tag-team eating,” where I would take our son outside for a time and my husband would eat, then if our son was still upset, I would take him outside, and my husband would eat.

    It seems to me that what the problem is — that you people who are making this mountain out of a molehill — that you want children to act like adults, and that is not going to happen. And like it or not, kids are a part of society that you’ll have to deal with. Kids aren’t little adults nor should they be expected to be.

    ~ “rude,loud and obnoxious at your house and it was driving you insane”
    — nothing was said about that kind of behavior and that is jumping to conclusions

    ~ “majority of the responses indicate many immature and irresponsible parents, that hide behind their kids ages, instead of taking responsibility for their kid and their behavior. such a shame.”
    — oh please. You can’t tell that by one post or a few comments in a blog. You know nothing about the people who have commented here. And since you don’t have children yourself, you know nothing about raising kids. Try raising a child yourself and then talk to me about raising kids. As I stated before, I am not above taking my son out of restaurants or other places if he’s making a scene, but I am also not going to stay holed up in my house for the duration of a rough patch in his development just to please some hard-to-please people who won’t listen to a child cry for even one minute.

    ~ “the parents took responsibility on their own to do that and considered the other patrons around them”
    — as I said, I’ve done that. But if I can’t do that quick enough, fast enough for someone, or if the fit is happening at the end of the meal and I’m alone with the child and need to stay to pay the bill, those are the breaks, people. I’m not about to skip out of paying a bill, for example, just to take my fussy kid out of a restaurant for “fear” of “spoiling” everyone else’s meal. Oh. My. God. Have these adults never heard of an ounce of patience?

    ~ “Wouldn’t it be better to train your children at home and take them to restaurants only when they know how to behave in public?”
    — you know, one thing about all of these comments that just gets me. I so “love” (yes, very sarcastic) when someone without children tries to tell someone withchildren how to raise their kids. Like I said before, you raise kids yourself and then tell me how to raise my kids. And you really can’t “train your children at home” for something like this. Just like you can’t learn how to use a computer by watching someone do it — you have to have hands-on experience — you learn how to be among society by being among society. That’s pretty common sense.

    ~ “to be subjected to a child’s incessant screaming and/or throwing food?”
    — wow, that’s seriously jumping to huge conclusions. She never said anything about incessant screaming and I have no idea where this throwing food came from. ??? Are you getting this confused with another blog?

    ~ “innocent bystanders”
    — OK, now you’re victims? Because you’ve been subjected to a child’s crying? How many minutes does it take for you to reach victim status? One? Two? 15? 20? Just curious.

    Tell you what — those of you who are childfree, take care of someone’s child for a month (I’m not volunteering my child, though!), and then talk to us. I’ll be much more likely to listen to someone who has been through it than to someone who has no idea what they’re talking about.

  23. OK, folks. Let me say a couple things. Yes, I deleted comments from two posters — the first comments on a topic that was never meant to be controversial.

    For the record, there is one additional comment still unapproved and it takes me to task for not hitting my child so she associates the “discipline” of pain to behaving. I’m not going to promote hitting anyone, period. Anyone else who has posted a comment, aside from those I just mentioned here, will find them published above for all to see.

    Here’s the thing. I am, and will continue to be, open to a healthy dialogue in the pursuit of knowledge and growth for all, as Chris W. asked. (Well said and fair point, by the way.)

    In fact, that’s part of why I began a blog about my personal experiences with open and closed adoption — to open a dialogue and hopefully carve a path of understanding for those not touched by adoption.

    But I was initially surprised at the tone and name-calling in the initial comments and therefore, after weighing the concept of freedom of expression against the spirit with which I felt they were written, I deleted them from public view on the blog (although I still have them in my email folder). I won’t condone name calling and jabs totally irrelevant to the post topic. And as I’ve just explained, at least one of those comments did just that. It specifically and vehemently name-called (as opposed to addressing the actions the commenter felt I could have taken) and most important — as a woman touched by adoption, it referred to my adopting a child in a manner I deem totally inappropriate and mean-spirited. Considering this is a personal blog meant to discuss adoption and my experiences as a first-time mom, and many readers are adoptive parents, adoptees and birthparents, I just can’t and won’t condone that here. Disagree in a reasonable and considerate manner with something I say? Fine. Call me names, attack me having adopted my child at all? Then all rights to free expression here are gone. I did visit the blogs of those who commented (as duly noted on one of those blogs) and I wouldn’t post messages there of a malicious nature. In fact, I wouldn’t post that anywhere. Period. Hence, my blog donning the Kindblog logo.

    All that said, I’d like to comment on the post itself. There have been comments that being “child-free” is the issue in me approving or not approving comments. That’s not the case at all. Having a child or not having a child is a deeply personal choice — and absolutely not mine to judge.

    As for the evening in the restaurant, I understand those dissenters likely will not agree with what I was trying to say in my post. There’s nothing I can do about this. But in the interest of approving all those comments and addressing the issue here, I would now like to clarify a couple things.

    As I thought had been clear in my post (based on some responses, perhaps it wasn’t so clear) is that yes, my daughter was hysterical as we were being seated. This is not something I would want anyone to deal with while they are dining out. I tried to calm her, as the cause for her being upset was unclear. There’s no hiding behind age here (as has been accused) but it should be said that babies and toddlers have outbursts that are 1) totally unplanned and unexpected and 2) not necessarily negotiable on adult terms. While I initially tried to calm her — we were placing her in her highchair and taking our seats — the waiter came up. We asked for a moment. As I stated in my post, we quickly retrieved fruit from the salad bar in an effort to calm her. I noted in the post that if she were inconsolable, leaving would be the option. When the raisins and grapes came, she relaxed and we all had dinner together. There was no further crying or disruption, and there certainly was no throwing of food (I’m not sure where that idea actually came from.) She can’t throw food in my house, let alone out of my house.

    All in all, the crying occured the amount of time it takes a family to sit themselves in their booths and highchair, unfold their napkins, open their menu and prepare to order. A few minutes — and let me note that these few minutes seemed reasonable for a parent to try to calm their child and gauge whether this was a passing issue or something that would prohibit us from staying.

    As for the “huddling” — the point of that wasn’t that it was about any crying or disruption. That had passed as I’ve just explained. In fact, it was because we went to the salad bar to get fruit before we ordered, in an effort to see if the problem with my daughter was hunger. As I noted in the post, we confirmed with our waiter that he indeed had written down our orders for the salad bar, and we asked if there was a problem with the ordering. Then, as I also said in the post, he went to address the manager and hostess who wouldn’t have known whether we had ordered the salad bar after taking some grapes and raisins from it. That cleared that up.

    The post was not meant to condone children misbehaving in public and most especially parents ignoring such behavior. I wasn’t ignoring it — and the parents I know wouldn’t either.

    I think one point to consider is that if I condoned children misbehaving in restaurants and felt it was par for the course and just a matter of fact, well, I likely wouldn’t have posted about my experience because it wouldn’t have been anything unusual for me.

    In fact, the point was that this was unusual, her getting upset like that. The point was our frantic attempt to fix it (which we did). The point was the irony and discomfort in having fixed it but then worrying that the hostess or manager thought we were being dishonest in any way by not actually ordering the salad bar.

    I was concerned about all of these things and posting about the mid-week evening out with my sister was just to poke fun at the stress she and I had in trying to keep everything on the up and up. Ironic, now, given the comments I’ve received.

    (As an aside, it is interesting that all this started because I posted a technical question on the wordpress support forum related to my sidebar. Who knew.)

    Bottom line for me is that name-calling and attacking adoption (most especially when it had nothing to do with the topic at hand in this post) just isn’t fair. In sum, we can continue to disagree or we can try to gain some better understanding of one another — either way it should be in a respectful way that honors the Kindblog logo in my sidebar.

  24. Maureen

    Well put, MamaGigi. ‘Nuff said.

  25. Jessica

    Wow don’t people understand that kids will be kids and therefore are not expected to act like adults. If you remove your child from every situation as soon as they start to fuss they will learn that they can get their parents to leave just by putting on a scene. Children will learn how to behave in a restaurant only by experiencing how others act while in public..and that certainly can not be learned at home. Obviously these people don’t have children because they have NO patience, not even for a few minutes while a family is getting settled down!

    Gretchen i enjoyed your blog and don’t let these people try to put you down! And Maeve is not a little bratty kid like these people are trying to make her out to be…she is the BEST!!

  26. If you want a private, intimate, noise-free dining experience, then don’t go to a family restaurant. A family restaurant caters to FAMILIES, children (even noisy ones) and adults. Isn’t that what the booster seats and high chairs are for? The restaurant staff has seen children misbehave before, it was not the first time in history something of this nature had occurred.

    Don’t like kids? Don’t go to family restaurants. I hate smoking, so guess what, I will not go to a restaurant where smoking is allowed and I let the restaurants know. SOME choose to do something about it (non-smoking section or no smoking in restaurant) so then I go to their restaurant.

    Let your favorite restaurant know you hate kids, maybe one day you’ll be surprised to find a “No kids allowed sign,” but I seriously doubt it.

    What a lively post this has been :o)

  27. Catt

    Hello! Looks like I’m a bit late for this post as the thread seems to have ended a few months ago. The posts happened to catch my eye as I was looking for something else and I would like to add my two cents.

    I just wanted to say that I think your response in the restaurant was appropriate. Unless you’re the Flash, you couldn’t have reacted any quicker. You got the situation under control in a decent amount of time.

    As far as the child-free go, on one hand I can see why they reacted the way they did to the original post. Looks like they felt that maybe the meltdown lasted for most of the meal. After reading your follow-up post, you cleared up the fact that it really didn’t last all that long.

    I think the reason this all got out of control is because when the child free are in a restaurant and a child begins to throw a fit (even for just a few seconds), the child free have no way of knowing if it will last for the entire meal or not. I’m sure when a parent regains control of the situation in a timely manner, then everyone in the restaurant is pleased and no harm is done. (Now if you’re the type of person who prefers to stew for hours over an incident that lasted two minutes, then it sounds like there are some anger issues there.)

    I think everyone, whether child free or a parent, can agree that an out of control child should be removed until they show that they’re behaved enough to sit at the table again.

    We’ve all seen parents that will let a child scream for an entire meal (I’ve even seen a parent change a diaper on a restaurant table!!!), but this doesn’t seem to be the case.

    So as far as this particular story goes, I’m with the parent on this one. Although I must say in response to Ralph, I think it’s unfair to assume that a child free person hates children. They just hate choices that some parents make that make it difficult for everyone to enjoy the same public space. I do believe in a world where parents and the child free can live together. Like my grandmother always said, “When you’re in public, it’s not just about you anymore. You have to consider everyone.” That goes for every person on this planet. The end!

  28. Lolyta

    Yeah, what a treat to have to deal with folks like this! They think they are the only people in the world and the other diners are supposed to just deal with thier bad behavior. As far as the salad bar goes, it is NOT the restaurants responsibility to provide snacks for your badly behaved kids. No one wants to listen to YOUR kids EVER! Learn that and stay home if your kids don’t know how to act or if you don’t know how to parent them.

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