First of all - I try not to use foul language here but it is essential to this story so I will need to.
Yesterday my wife and I stayed in town to go to a concert (Zappa Plays Zappa, awesome stuff, by the way) and decided to treat ourselves to some dinner at a popular international chain of pizza-focused restaurants. The service was amazing, the food was good, even the bathrooms were clean. Nothing to complain about that.
We were seated at a small table somehow near the entrance of the restaurant, and at a certain point we see a pregnant woman with three small children; I'd guess that the oldest might have been 5, the second about 3 and the youngest around 1. She seems to be a little brisk, but being around town with three small children (and expecting a fourth) sure took its toll on her nerves. Still, I guess that what happened next could and should have been avoided anyway, even with all the mitigating circumstances.
So, they are seated (near where we were), proceed to pick their food (the children seem seriously well behaved too) and get what they ordered.
The middle child, the one aged around 3 (maybe a bit older) seems unhappy with his pizza and starts complaining kinda loudly and very audibly.
Kid: "Mommy, I don't like it. Can I have another one?"
Mom: "No, you picked it and you eat it, or ask your brother if he wants to swap"
[fair enough until now]
Kid: "Mommy, fuck off!" [oh-oh]
Mom: "[Name], you can't tell me to fuck off! You fuck off!"
Yesterday my wife and I stayed in town to go to a concert (Zappa Plays Zappa, awesome stuff, by the way) and decided to treat ourselves to some dinner at a popular international chain of pizza-focused restaurants. The service was amazing, the food was good, even the bathrooms were clean. Nothing to complain about that.
We were seated at a small table somehow near the entrance of the restaurant, and at a certain point we see a pregnant woman with three small children; I'd guess that the oldest might have been 5, the second about 3 and the youngest around 1. She seems to be a little brisk, but being around town with three small children (and expecting a fourth) sure took its toll on her nerves. Still, I guess that what happened next could and should have been avoided anyway, even with all the mitigating circumstances.
So, they are seated (near where we were), proceed to pick their food (the children seem seriously well behaved too) and get what they ordered.
The middle child, the one aged around 3 (maybe a bit older) seems unhappy with his pizza and starts complaining kinda loudly and very audibly.
Kid: "Mommy, I don't like it. Can I have another one?"
Mom: "No, you picked it and you eat it, or ask your brother if he wants to swap"
[fair enough until now]
Kid: "Mommy, fuck off!" [oh-oh]
Mom: "[Name], you can't tell me to fuck off! You fuck off!"
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