Yesterday I had lunch out with a colleague. Seated at the table next to us was a family – mum, dad, 2 kids. One of the kids persisted in squawking at a very high volume throughout the meal, intermittently taking time out to run and kick the glass front door. The parents acted like it wasn’t happening at all. To me it was like having an ice-pick through my eye (and we weren’t at a Whitespot or Red Robin or any other kid-like restaurant; we were at a relatively upscale Robson Street eatery).
Shockingly, and mostly out of respect for my colleague, I exercised restraint and refrained from saying anything directly to them, though I was very, very tempted. That said, when paying the bill and asked by our waitress if everything was ok, I replied that the food was great, the screaming child, on the other hand, I could have done without. And maybe, just maybe I used my outside voice.
Maggie would have been better behaved.
February 21, 2007 at 11:05 am
Lol, even though she gets food thrown on her, I’ve always felt that Sam was in the right. (Seriously I miss that show) Along with my future children never having an ipod nicer than mine, I will insist that they keep the ongoing, highpitched screaming out of fine dining establishments.
February 22, 2007 at 6:49 am
Oh so with you on that. Sunday night, the only night we have to eat out we’re treated to creative self expression running around the restaurant.
Three words for next time: Chuck E Cheese.
February 22, 2007 at 11:10 am
Brandy & CB – exactly!
February 25, 2007 at 11:09 pm
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