Rugz and I took the girls on holiday recently. We went up the coast to see my grandpa and while we were up there, we took them to a lot of the places that I visited when I was a kid. One was a national park, we had a lovely long walk and then found out that park cafe was closed for. No problems, there's a darling little cafe on the way back into town, I had spotted the whimsical decorations on our way and wanted to stop there for a coffee anyway.
Our girls were rather hungry, so we quickly walked into the cafe and met the owner. I did see a little billboard on the way in, with faded photos and what I (stupidly) thought was a brief history of the cafe in very faded text. The owner was abrupt and nearly rude, but we shrugged and ignored it, thinking that it was a personality quirk. She chatted politely with the other patrons, people that came in after us were served first and our lunch was delayed. Our girls sat nicely, enjoyed the view over the fields and quietly talked about it. They thanked the owner for their lunch when it finally arrived, ate neatly with their utensils but didn't quite finish it. As we were paying and saying goodbye, the owner made a few snarky comments about the amout of food left on the plates even though we'd apologised and said that it was delicious. Miss Jazzy complimented her on her beautiful cafe, Bubbles waved and blew kisses to her and finally the owner unbent enough to comment favourably on them.
On our way to the car, I paused and read the little board. As a part of the history, it mentioned that it was a CHILDFREE cafe. All of it could have been avoided if I'd taken the time to read the tiny little board with it's faeded text! ARGH!
Our girls were rather hungry, so we quickly walked into the cafe and met the owner. I did see a little billboard on the way in, with faded photos and what I (stupidly) thought was a brief history of the cafe in very faded text. The owner was abrupt and nearly rude, but we shrugged and ignored it, thinking that it was a personality quirk. She chatted politely with the other patrons, people that came in after us were served first and our lunch was delayed. Our girls sat nicely, enjoyed the view over the fields and quietly talked about it. They thanked the owner for their lunch when it finally arrived, ate neatly with their utensils but didn't quite finish it. As we were paying and saying goodbye, the owner made a few snarky comments about the amout of food left on the plates even though we'd apologised and said that it was delicious. Miss Jazzy complimented her on her beautiful cafe, Bubbles waved and blew kisses to her and finally the owner unbent enough to comment favourably on them.
On our way to the car, I paused and read the little board. As a part of the history, it mentioned that it was a CHILDFREE cafe. All of it could have been avoided if I'd taken the time to read the tiny little board with it's faeded text! ARGH!
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