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Last night, my friends A and E, invited me out for supper with them, E's family and two family friends. We end up at a pretty high-end restaurant and, after an hour's wait, we were seated.
(Back story, A is an extreme lightweight when it comes to alcohol. The last time she drank was at this same restaurant, and, after two beers, she was falling all over the place and yelling and making a scene. It was very embarrassing for everyone, and she promised never to do it again.)
So everyone gets a drink, and we're chatting amiably while waiting for dinner to arrive. A decides that, after her martini, she wants a beer. We caution her, as she has not eaten all day, but she decides to get a pint anyways. Whatever, she's an adult. So, before supper arrives, it's very apparent that A is now drunk. She is whining, tearing up napkins, being quite loud and, in general, being a pain in the ass. She calms down when our food comes, thankfully, and we eat in blissful silence.
After dinner, however, A and E (who have been dating for four years) get bored. E starts to pick a little fight with A. They begin to throw the shredded napkins around, launching ice cubes with their utensils, yelling, and sticking their hands down each others shirts. E's sister, R, tries to get E to calm down, and E responds by rolling up a wad of a dozen unused napkins and dunking them into R's half-finished daiquiri and splatting the resultant mess down in the middle of the table.
E's mother (who is a lovely woman and who was paying for dinner) cracks and says, quite sternly, "You were better behaved when you were four years old. Stop this right now, or I will leave you here to wash dishes!" E laughs and says, "Yeah, well I'm 22 now and have my own car. There's nothing you can do about it!" and throws an ice cube at his mother.
I don't know what happened for the rest of the night because I spent my time staring at the floor and wishing it would swallow me up. Unfortunately, I was dependent on A and E for a ride, or I would have left right then.
These people are both in their 20s, own a house and own a business, yet this is not the first time they've acted this way. I wish they weren't my landlords or else I would have nothing to do with them ever again.
(Back story, A is an extreme lightweight when it comes to alcohol. The last time she drank was at this same restaurant, and, after two beers, she was falling all over the place and yelling and making a scene. It was very embarrassing for everyone, and she promised never to do it again.)
So everyone gets a drink, and we're chatting amiably while waiting for dinner to arrive. A decides that, after her martini, she wants a beer. We caution her, as she has not eaten all day, but she decides to get a pint anyways. Whatever, she's an adult. So, before supper arrives, it's very apparent that A is now drunk. She is whining, tearing up napkins, being quite loud and, in general, being a pain in the ass. She calms down when our food comes, thankfully, and we eat in blissful silence.
After dinner, however, A and E (who have been dating for four years) get bored. E starts to pick a little fight with A. They begin to throw the shredded napkins around, launching ice cubes with their utensils, yelling, and sticking their hands down each others shirts. E's sister, R, tries to get E to calm down, and E responds by rolling up a wad of a dozen unused napkins and dunking them into R's half-finished daiquiri and splatting the resultant mess down in the middle of the table.
E's mother (who is a lovely woman and who was paying for dinner) cracks and says, quite sternly, "You were better behaved when you were four years old. Stop this right now, or I will leave you here to wash dishes!" E laughs and says, "Yeah, well I'm 22 now and have my own car. There's nothing you can do about it!" and throws an ice cube at his mother.
I don't know what happened for the rest of the night because I spent my time staring at the floor and wishing it would swallow me up. Unfortunately, I was dependent on A and E for a ride, or I would have left right then.
These people are both in their 20s, own a house and own a business, yet this is not the first time they've acted this way. I wish they weren't my landlords or else I would have nothing to do with them ever again.
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