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I officially hate Easter. I had never worked on Easter Sunday before, I didn't think it would be that bad a shift to be honest, but oh my God. I've always believed that the customers IQ drops about 30% on a Sunday, well, they all seemed to have dropped about 70% on Easter Sunday.
There were LOADS of kids in the bar. Every single parent in the area seemed to bring their children in, and they had quite obviously been doing nothing but feeding them chocolate all day, because they were hyperactive as fuck.
Lets start with the wonderful parent of the year, who wheeled in an empty pram and proceeded to panic when she realised she had left her kid in the hotel next door.
One child decided to spin round in circles in the middle of the dining area. Somehow it was my fault when the child got dizzy and hit his head off a table.
One child crawled under another diners table. Parents of child took offence when I told them the kid was bothering other customers.
Two kids decided it would be fun to open and shut the fire exits doors. One kid traps hand into fire exit door. Again....all my fault.
One kid managed to escape the pub! Parents didn't notice, I didn't notice. Again, my fault they were not watching their child. Child was found down the road looking extremelly lost and confused.
Kid was obviously feeling very sick and cranky at the amount of chocolate he had just consumed and proceeded to scream the place down. I am not kidding you when I say it sounded like someone was killing the kid, it was that dramatic and loud. Parents ignore it.
A trailer trash family comes in. They proceed to get drunk and completely ignore their under five year old kids. A customer comes up to me.
SC: Excuse me, aren't you going to tell them to do some parenting?
What the fuck? For starters, you rarely go up to a normal family and tell them how to parent. You NEVER go up to a trailer trash family and tell them how to parent.
Phew, we're only allowed kids in until 8pm. Time to kick them out. Oh wait...not that simple. Following complaints happened.
SC: But he's only playing his Nintendo DS, what harm is he doing?
SC: It's Easter Sunday, you don't want to ruin our childrens Easter do you?
SC: Where's the sign that says that?
I show them the sign.
SC: Well it should be clearer.
The trailer trash family didn't want to leave. We refused to serve them anymore. One of them comes up to the bar.
Me: I'm sorry, but we've told you several times your children are not allowed in here anymore. You are not getting served.
SC: But they're my sisters kids!
Me: Yes, and you are buying drinks for your sister as well.
SC: But they're not my kids! I ain't taking no responsibility for them!
Me: Well maybe you should speak to your sister.
SC: Why should I have to suffer because SHE had kids.
Yes, she sounds like a wonderful sister.
So that was my Easter Sunday. I witnessed a fine set of parents on that day. And I have learned something new: Giving your child a Nintendo DS, sitting it in the corner and getting yourself blind drunk is now a form of parenting.
I hate Easter.
There were LOADS of kids in the bar. Every single parent in the area seemed to bring their children in, and they had quite obviously been doing nothing but feeding them chocolate all day, because they were hyperactive as fuck.
Lets start with the wonderful parent of the year, who wheeled in an empty pram and proceeded to panic when she realised she had left her kid in the hotel next door.
One child decided to spin round in circles in the middle of the dining area. Somehow it was my fault when the child got dizzy and hit his head off a table.
One child crawled under another diners table. Parents of child took offence when I told them the kid was bothering other customers.
Two kids decided it would be fun to open and shut the fire exits doors. One kid traps hand into fire exit door. Again....all my fault.
One kid managed to escape the pub! Parents didn't notice, I didn't notice. Again, my fault they were not watching their child. Child was found down the road looking extremelly lost and confused.
Kid was obviously feeling very sick and cranky at the amount of chocolate he had just consumed and proceeded to scream the place down. I am not kidding you when I say it sounded like someone was killing the kid, it was that dramatic and loud. Parents ignore it.
A trailer trash family comes in. They proceed to get drunk and completely ignore their under five year old kids. A customer comes up to me.
SC: Excuse me, aren't you going to tell them to do some parenting?
What the fuck? For starters, you rarely go up to a normal family and tell them how to parent. You NEVER go up to a trailer trash family and tell them how to parent.
Phew, we're only allowed kids in until 8pm. Time to kick them out. Oh wait...not that simple. Following complaints happened.
SC: But he's only playing his Nintendo DS, what harm is he doing?
SC: It's Easter Sunday, you don't want to ruin our childrens Easter do you?
SC: Where's the sign that says that?
I show them the sign.
SC: Well it should be clearer.
The trailer trash family didn't want to leave. We refused to serve them anymore. One of them comes up to the bar.
Me: I'm sorry, but we've told you several times your children are not allowed in here anymore. You are not getting served.
SC: But they're my sisters kids!
Me: Yes, and you are buying drinks for your sister as well.
SC: But they're not my kids! I ain't taking no responsibility for them!
Me: Well maybe you should speak to your sister.
SC: Why should I have to suffer because SHE had kids.
Yes, she sounds like a wonderful sister.
So that was my Easter Sunday. I witnessed a fine set of parents on that day. And I have learned something new: Giving your child a Nintendo DS, sitting it in the corner and getting yourself blind drunk is now a form of parenting.
I hate Easter.
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