So, I was stopping in my favorite burger joint for medium rare juicy heaven. To my left, a table of six adults, to my right, a family of four. The table of adults were laughing and chattering away loud enough to surely be heard in the parking lot. Oh well, I can block them out and still enjoy juicy heaven.
But their topics of conversation were also adult, varying from favorite brands of cigarettes to favorite sexual positions. The parents in the family of four weren't paying any attention, but the children were. The six year old boy was nearly taking notes. A few minutes after I arrived, he turns to his mother, and asks "Mom, what's a (insert sex position)?"
Mom goes ballistic. Face red, slams her hands on the table so hard the silverware does a jig. "DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT WORD AGAIN!!! THAT IS A BAD WORD!!! WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT WORD?!!!"
Cowering, he points at the table of adults, who have lapsed into silence in surprise at the outburst. They have the sense to look guilty.
Mother snatches Junior's arm and drags him to his feet. "Come on, we're not staying around such horrible people. Don't you ever say that word again. Come on, husband, we're going."
The family of four files out, and the table of adults sits in embarrassed silence. Then one pipes up, "Did they just walk out on their check?"
Yes, they had. In their anger, they had stiffed the restaurant. This was confirmed when the waitress came out holding the unpaid bill, saw they had gone, and threw her hands up with a scowl and stalked back towards the kitchen.
Now, here's where the table of adults gets my forgiveness. One of them caught the waitress' attention and said meekly, "We'll pay that bill, miss." They did so, counted out about 20% in tip, and spent the rest of their own meal in subdued conversation about movies.
But their topics of conversation were also adult, varying from favorite brands of cigarettes to favorite sexual positions. The parents in the family of four weren't paying any attention, but the children were. The six year old boy was nearly taking notes. A few minutes after I arrived, he turns to his mother, and asks "Mom, what's a (insert sex position)?"
Mom goes ballistic. Face red, slams her hands on the table so hard the silverware does a jig. "DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT WORD AGAIN!!! THAT IS A BAD WORD!!! WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT WORD?!!!"
Cowering, he points at the table of adults, who have lapsed into silence in surprise at the outburst. They have the sense to look guilty.
Mother snatches Junior's arm and drags him to his feet. "Come on, we're not staying around such horrible people. Don't you ever say that word again. Come on, husband, we're going."
The family of four files out, and the table of adults sits in embarrassed silence. Then one pipes up, "Did they just walk out on their check?"
Yes, they had. In their anger, they had stiffed the restaurant. This was confirmed when the waitress came out holding the unpaid bill, saw they had gone, and threw her hands up with a scowl and stalked back towards the kitchen.
Now, here's where the table of adults gets my forgiveness. One of them caught the waitress' attention and said meekly, "We'll pay that bill, miss." They did so, counted out about 20% in tip, and spent the rest of their own meal in subdued conversation about movies.




Or, hey, maybe they do...
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