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Yesterday I was beyond hungover....I was hungUNDER! 
And, of course, I was on a double. Which I signed up for, as I picked up the day shift part of the double. Brilliant, I know.
Anyways, while I don't normally take a break when on a double, yesterday it was imperative that I sit down and eat. Because I was, as they say, rather shaky. In the middle of my meal, a large party wanders up to the front entrance. They ask my manager, Curly Sue, if they can get a table for 20. Curly Sue tells me I need to clock back in to help Miss Superior deal with this large party. Bummer.
So I take my food in the back (hey, I ain't done with it!) and grab my apron, and help Miss Superior put together two tables of ten. We get it all set up, and Curly Sue goes out front to let the people know their table is ready. And one of the women in the party says this:
"Actually, our kids don't want to eat here, so we're going to go check out a couple more places."
And they leave.
EXCUSE ME? You just had three people working feverishly to set up a table for you, and not once during that time did you think to let them know you weren't staying? What kind of rusty fucktrombone does that?
More importantly, why in the flying hell are you letting your children make your decisions for you? You're the parent....YOU tell THEM where you're eating, not the other way around.
When The Witch, Lil Sis, and I were kids, our parents would try to take us to places we liked. But once we were there, if we said we didn't want to eat there, my father would have said something along the lines of "Then don't eat. But this is where we are, so if you're hungry, you'd better eat here."
And it wasn't just my parents, and it wasn't just back in the day. There ARE parents today who will not let their kids run their lives and make decisions for them and cause them to be inconsiderate fucknuggets to other people.
Parent your kids, damn it, and stop being an asshole. Have fun at whatever other restaurant you go to, but DON'T FUCKING COME BACK HERE!
Assholes.
And, of course, I was on a double. Which I signed up for, as I picked up the day shift part of the double. Brilliant, I know. Anyways, while I don't normally take a break when on a double, yesterday it was imperative that I sit down and eat. Because I was, as they say, rather shaky. In the middle of my meal, a large party wanders up to the front entrance. They ask my manager, Curly Sue, if they can get a table for 20. Curly Sue tells me I need to clock back in to help Miss Superior deal with this large party. Bummer.
So I take my food in the back (hey, I ain't done with it!) and grab my apron, and help Miss Superior put together two tables of ten. We get it all set up, and Curly Sue goes out front to let the people know their table is ready. And one of the women in the party says this:
"Actually, our kids don't want to eat here, so we're going to go check out a couple more places."
And they leave.
EXCUSE ME? You just had three people working feverishly to set up a table for you, and not once during that time did you think to let them know you weren't staying? What kind of rusty fucktrombone does that?
More importantly, why in the flying hell are you letting your children make your decisions for you? You're the parent....YOU tell THEM where you're eating, not the other way around.
When The Witch, Lil Sis, and I were kids, our parents would try to take us to places we liked. But once we were there, if we said we didn't want to eat there, my father would have said something along the lines of "Then don't eat. But this is where we are, so if you're hungry, you'd better eat here."
And it wasn't just my parents, and it wasn't just back in the day. There ARE parents today who will not let their kids run their lives and make decisions for them and cause them to be inconsiderate fucknuggets to other people.
Parent your kids, damn it, and stop being an asshole. Have fun at whatever other restaurant you go to, but DON'T FUCKING COME BACK HERE!
Assholes.
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