I forgot to post this last night.
A father and daughter come in for lunch. I guesstimate that the daughter was probably about eight or nine years old. The dad is at the bar ordering their food.
D: ...and for drinks...ummm...I will have a large cappuccino...and...what would you like sweetheart?
Kid: I want a cappuccino too!
D: And a children's cappuccino.
Oh God. OK, never mind, I got a small mug, put the TINIEST amount of espresso in it, and made the drink. I presented him with the drinks. He paid, and all was well.
About five minutes later, a concerned co-worker walks up to me.
CW: Customersruinmylife, there's a little kid drinking coffee...
I look over, and see the kid has taken the LARGE cappuccino and is drinking it through a straw! The dad is sat there, with the tiny mug I intended to give to the kid, sipping it innocently.
Me: Oh...shit! This isn't gonna be good is it?
It started off with her battering her hands on the table like it was a drum, then moved onto her swinging back and forth on her chair, giggling insanely. She then stood on her chair, screeching "wheeeeeeee!!" for several minutes and started throwing food at her father. All the while he just sat there, staring as though it was completely normal.
She then got bored, and decided to explore, and when I say explore, she ran as fast as she possibly could, almost knocking over an elderly couple, bumped into a co-worker carrying a bowl of hot soup and knocked several chairs over. The dad just kept calling to her.
D: Honey! Calm down now!
D: Sweetie! Come and sit next to me!
D: Angel, it's almost time to go!
The pub was filled with her screaming "wheeeeeeeeeee!" as she ran around pretending to be an airplane. Just as I had decided that enough was enough, he grabbed her by the hand and told her they were going to the toystore.
Kid: Toystore! Eeeeeeeee! Toystore! Eeeeeeeeeee!
Her eyes were wide and manic. She ran out of the door, with her father in pursuit.
Can anyone say, parenting fail?
A father and daughter come in for lunch. I guesstimate that the daughter was probably about eight or nine years old. The dad is at the bar ordering their food.
D: ...and for drinks...ummm...I will have a large cappuccino...and...what would you like sweetheart?
Kid: I want a cappuccino too!
D: And a children's cappuccino.
Oh God. OK, never mind, I got a small mug, put the TINIEST amount of espresso in it, and made the drink. I presented him with the drinks. He paid, and all was well.
About five minutes later, a concerned co-worker walks up to me.
CW: Customersruinmylife, there's a little kid drinking coffee...
I look over, and see the kid has taken the LARGE cappuccino and is drinking it through a straw! The dad is sat there, with the tiny mug I intended to give to the kid, sipping it innocently.
Me: Oh...shit! This isn't gonna be good is it?
It started off with her battering her hands on the table like it was a drum, then moved onto her swinging back and forth on her chair, giggling insanely. She then stood on her chair, screeching "wheeeeeeee!!" for several minutes and started throwing food at her father. All the while he just sat there, staring as though it was completely normal.
She then got bored, and decided to explore, and when I say explore, she ran as fast as she possibly could, almost knocking over an elderly couple, bumped into a co-worker carrying a bowl of hot soup and knocked several chairs over. The dad just kept calling to her.
D: Honey! Calm down now!
D: Sweetie! Come and sit next to me!
D: Angel, it's almost time to go!
The pub was filled with her screaming "wheeeeeeeeeee!" as she ran around pretending to be an airplane. Just as I had decided that enough was enough, he grabbed her by the hand and told her they were going to the toystore.
Kid: Toystore! Eeeeeeeee! Toystore! Eeeeeeeeeee!
Her eyes were wide and manic. She ran out of the door, with her father in pursuit.
Can anyone say, parenting fail?
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