Today, my mom treated me to lunch of my choice. I chose SubWay because I wanted something a tad healthier than my usual fast food diet (not by choice). The one we stopped at is usually slow with 1-3 customers at a time. This time, it had about 12 customers. It doesn't seem like a lot, but it's a tiny SubWay. First thing when we walk in, I notice a table with 2 kids on either side. Thay all looked about 2-4 years old. As we passed the table, all four of them starded banging the table real fast. The mom and dad were both in line.
Mother of Suck: Hey...hey...please don't.....stop that....honey go stop them.
Father of Suck: Ok... Hey guys, stop that. Stop. Stop. Stop. Thank you
Really, I think they stopped because they got bored. The 7th time isn't the charm, sorry. Instead of staying with the kiddies to make sur they behave, he went right back in line. Not only did they leave the kids alone, they also took forever to order! They kept hopping out of line to stare at random things and let everyone pass them up. The kid's kept screaming, jumping on the bench and pounding on the table. It was the same thing each time.
MS: Kids...kids...knock it off...stop....kids.....honey go stop them.
FS: Ok...hey....hey.....stop. Stop. Stop. Stop that. Stop. Stop tha....thanks.
I don't know what posessed me to sit at the table behind that one (with my back to them) but I did. I'm eating my sub while the world's best parents are still in line!! The dad glances over and his eyes get real big and he races over to the table. I can't see, but...
FS: Maggie!! Maggie no!! Don't eat your shoe!!!
Me: Pfft!!!
Mom: Ohhh...
FS: Maggie...Maggie... Don't throw your shoes please.
*thunkthunk*
FS: Maggie...someone will trip on those. *picks up shoes and puts them on the bench*
*thunk thunk*
FS: Maggie...Maggie....Don't put your shoes on the table....Maggie....Maggie....*sighs and walks away*
The kids banged on the wall, punched the picture on the wall, jumped on the table, climbed under the table, sat on the table and screamed. At one point, Maggie (I think...) wraps her arms around my neck and screams in my ear!! What does SuperDad do?
FS: Maggie sit down please....kids....kids....kids....please sit.....kids....ple....nevermind....
And what of his faithful sidekick SuperMom?
MS: Honey, tell them to stop....and I want pickles, mustard and onion on that too....
When they left, the picture was crooked, dirty footprints marked the table, charis even the wall, my ear was ringing, and the noice level dropped a few hundred decibles. My questions were:
1) How did a couple have that many kids, so close in age?
2) What makes them think "please stop" works on 3 year olds?!!
They never even raised their voices! They said "please stop" like they were saying "please pass the salt".
Mother of Suck: Hey...hey...please don't.....stop that....honey go stop them.
Father of Suck: Ok... Hey guys, stop that. Stop. Stop. Stop. Thank you
Really, I think they stopped because they got bored. The 7th time isn't the charm, sorry. Instead of staying with the kiddies to make sur they behave, he went right back in line. Not only did they leave the kids alone, they also took forever to order! They kept hopping out of line to stare at random things and let everyone pass them up. The kid's kept screaming, jumping on the bench and pounding on the table. It was the same thing each time.
MS: Kids...kids...knock it off...stop....kids.....honey go stop them.
FS: Ok...hey....hey.....stop. Stop. Stop. Stop that. Stop. Stop tha....thanks.
I don't know what posessed me to sit at the table behind that one (with my back to them) but I did. I'm eating my sub while the world's best parents are still in line!! The dad glances over and his eyes get real big and he races over to the table. I can't see, but...
FS: Maggie!! Maggie no!! Don't eat your shoe!!!
Me: Pfft!!!
Mom: Ohhh...
FS: Maggie...Maggie... Don't throw your shoes please.
*thunkthunk*
FS: Maggie...someone will trip on those. *picks up shoes and puts them on the bench*
*thunk thunk*
FS: Maggie...Maggie....Don't put your shoes on the table....Maggie....Maggie....*sighs and walks away*
The kids banged on the wall, punched the picture on the wall, jumped on the table, climbed under the table, sat on the table and screamed. At one point, Maggie (I think...) wraps her arms around my neck and screams in my ear!! What does SuperDad do?
FS: Maggie sit down please....kids....kids....kids....please sit.....kids....ple....nevermind....
And what of his faithful sidekick SuperMom?
MS: Honey, tell them to stop....and I want pickles, mustard and onion on that too....
When they left, the picture was crooked, dirty footprints marked the table, charis even the wall, my ear was ringing, and the noice level dropped a few hundred decibles. My questions were:
1) How did a couple have that many kids, so close in age?
2) What makes them think "please stop" works on 3 year olds?!!
They never even raised their voices! They said "please stop" like they were saying "please pass the salt".
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