I know a good deal of you think I'm a crab ass. Tough shit. Sometimes I am for a reason, and sometimes it's pointed out that I'm being a dick. Well, I can live with being right as well as being wrong.
Yesterday, I was having lunch with my family down here in Florida. It was a little sandwich and ice cream joint, so you would expect the obligatory ankle-biter or two to be in there.
Now, my stance on kids isn't a militant one. (At least I don't think it is!) I don't think it is asking too much for your spawn to behave like a decent human being when in a "shared environment".
Now, if I'm sitting in Mickey D's "PlayLand", and your kid is hootin' and hollerin' at the top of their lungs, and running around, that's great! I'm in his area, and I gave up my right to a quiet meal by sitting in this "zone".
But, when I'm in a regular joint trying to have a normal conversation, and your little shits are screaming and tossing toys around at each other, a booth over from you, so you and wonder mom number two can have an oblivious conversation, while rocking each of your newborns in the car seats.......Well, maybe we need to step back for a second here!
This place isn't a daycare center. You don't dump your kids in one booth and ignore them, while you and your girl have a little "alone time" with the babies!
Now, I didn't feel like talking these two dipshits up like I normally would. I was with my folks, and was not in the mood to get into a verbal war with a couple of "new age moms" over how to raise the corn! That being said, everyone in sight was eying these turds up whenever the volume got up there, and that was quite often! (That would prompt one of the moms to walk over and tell the boys, "Let's use our inside voices".) Fifteen seconds later, these 4 year olds were right back at it.
"Inside voices"........Fukc you, you bag of shit! I was really ready to give these two neo-hippies my inside voice!
Well, as if on cue, this band of idiots finally leaves in a fit of screams and hoots, and lo and behold.....here comes the next clan!
This was a seat yourself place, and these dopes plop themselves right by the doorway to the shitters. Now, you say, "So what, yyz?"
Well, here's the dilly-o on that:
You got Papa Stooge and Mama Stooge, with 3 kids, and I'm guessing a nanny. (A fukking NANNY!!!! I said it! Yeah, as in referee for your kids!....GREAT!)
Well, the booth will seat only so many, right? So, Mama Stooge decides to pull up a chair, and sit smack dab in front of the aisle to get to the bathrooms! So I tell my clan, "This should be a good show."
Sure enough, people are running her over left and right to get to the shitters, 'cause she sure aint bright enough to move! Then the 3 year old starts in with the crying. She aint happy at all. We figure the boy is about 6 or 7, and he looks to be retarded, so we can't fault that poor bastard, but after watching "mom" a little longer, we figure his act might just be "learned behavior", for Christ's sake! The other older girl pretty much just sits there and shuts up.
Well, mom picks up the screaming 3 year old, and does some air tosses with her, because we all know that's what crying kids love. So now, going to take a piss becomes the 15th hole at Putt-Putt for the customers!
So, mom gives the kid to the nanny, and goes to place the food order. When she starts to come back, the kid is still screaming, and now the "touched" one has joined the choir, and dad can't calm him down! Mom is walking past everyone elses table while they are staring back towards this circus, with her fingers in her ears, shaking her head back and forth, saying "My my my!"
No shit? Yeah......thanks for letting everyone else have a taste of the grief you put up with!
I'd write more, but we're headed to lunch..........
:sadwave:
Yesterday, I was having lunch with my family down here in Florida. It was a little sandwich and ice cream joint, so you would expect the obligatory ankle-biter or two to be in there.
Now, my stance on kids isn't a militant one. (At least I don't think it is!) I don't think it is asking too much for your spawn to behave like a decent human being when in a "shared environment".
Now, if I'm sitting in Mickey D's "PlayLand", and your kid is hootin' and hollerin' at the top of their lungs, and running around, that's great! I'm in his area, and I gave up my right to a quiet meal by sitting in this "zone".
But, when I'm in a regular joint trying to have a normal conversation, and your little shits are screaming and tossing toys around at each other, a booth over from you, so you and wonder mom number two can have an oblivious conversation, while rocking each of your newborns in the car seats.......Well, maybe we need to step back for a second here!
This place isn't a daycare center. You don't dump your kids in one booth and ignore them, while you and your girl have a little "alone time" with the babies!
Now, I didn't feel like talking these two dipshits up like I normally would. I was with my folks, and was not in the mood to get into a verbal war with a couple of "new age moms" over how to raise the corn! That being said, everyone in sight was eying these turds up whenever the volume got up there, and that was quite often! (That would prompt one of the moms to walk over and tell the boys, "Let's use our inside voices".) Fifteen seconds later, these 4 year olds were right back at it.
"Inside voices"........Fukc you, you bag of shit! I was really ready to give these two neo-hippies my inside voice!
Well, as if on cue, this band of idiots finally leaves in a fit of screams and hoots, and lo and behold.....here comes the next clan!
This was a seat yourself place, and these dopes plop themselves right by the doorway to the shitters. Now, you say, "So what, yyz?"
Well, here's the dilly-o on that:
You got Papa Stooge and Mama Stooge, with 3 kids, and I'm guessing a nanny. (A fukking NANNY!!!! I said it! Yeah, as in referee for your kids!....GREAT!)
Well, the booth will seat only so many, right? So, Mama Stooge decides to pull up a chair, and sit smack dab in front of the aisle to get to the bathrooms! So I tell my clan, "This should be a good show."
Sure enough, people are running her over left and right to get to the shitters, 'cause she sure aint bright enough to move! Then the 3 year old starts in with the crying. She aint happy at all. We figure the boy is about 6 or 7, and he looks to be retarded, so we can't fault that poor bastard, but after watching "mom" a little longer, we figure his act might just be "learned behavior", for Christ's sake! The other older girl pretty much just sits there and shuts up.
Well, mom picks up the screaming 3 year old, and does some air tosses with her, because we all know that's what crying kids love. So now, going to take a piss becomes the 15th hole at Putt-Putt for the customers!
So, mom gives the kid to the nanny, and goes to place the food order. When she starts to come back, the kid is still screaming, and now the "touched" one has joined the choir, and dad can't calm him down! Mom is walking past everyone elses table while they are staring back towards this circus, with her fingers in her ears, shaking her head back and forth, saying "My my my!"
No shit? Yeah......thanks for letting everyone else have a taste of the grief you put up with!
I'd write more, but we're headed to lunch..........
:sadwave:
