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I saw this tonight when I went out for supper.
What I think we had here was your basic case of stressed parents exacerbated by the fact that both parents were also assholes. A man and a woman came in with two little girls and a baby of indeterminate sex who had just discovered that it could make loud noises at will and was exercising this fabulous new ability.
The assholery came in the form of the woman and man both sniping at each other and that they kept dropping F-bombs, which just isn't a classy thing to do in front of your five-year-olds. Also, and it's hard to explain exactly how, the woman went off on a tangent about home improvement that just set my teeth on edge. Arrogant might be a good word for it, like a queen dictating to the servants.
"I want a new door, and a new piece of artwork, and I want to get rid of the trellis, and I want new shag carpeting, and someone peel me a grape, and..."
She also had some snotty remarks to make when the husband suggested that rather than buy a new house, they might want to consider a double-wide trailer.
"I'm not going to live in some friggin' double-wide," were her exact words.
At some point, and I'm not sure why, they needed a wet rag. The husband got one from a passing waitress, and the wife was not pleased.
"I needed a clean one," she said to her husband, "Are you fucking stupid? Is that too hard a thing to ask?"
From time to time one little girl or the other would make a noise and one parent or another would tell them to shut up. Then they threatened to smack them.
And then, just as quickly, the mother would go all gooey and start talking to either the baby or one of the girls in babytalk, play little games, and tell the girls how proud she was of them that they had learned some Spanish word in school. The father did the same.
Then they'd go back to sniping at one another and telling the girls to shut up.
It went back and forth like that the entire time I was there.
What I think we had here was your basic case of stressed parents exacerbated by the fact that both parents were also assholes. A man and a woman came in with two little girls and a baby of indeterminate sex who had just discovered that it could make loud noises at will and was exercising this fabulous new ability.
The assholery came in the form of the woman and man both sniping at each other and that they kept dropping F-bombs, which just isn't a classy thing to do in front of your five-year-olds. Also, and it's hard to explain exactly how, the woman went off on a tangent about home improvement that just set my teeth on edge. Arrogant might be a good word for it, like a queen dictating to the servants.
"I want a new door, and a new piece of artwork, and I want to get rid of the trellis, and I want new shag carpeting, and someone peel me a grape, and..."
She also had some snotty remarks to make when the husband suggested that rather than buy a new house, they might want to consider a double-wide trailer.
"I'm not going to live in some friggin' double-wide," were her exact words.
At some point, and I'm not sure why, they needed a wet rag. The husband got one from a passing waitress, and the wife was not pleased.
"I needed a clean one," she said to her husband, "Are you fucking stupid? Is that too hard a thing to ask?"
From time to time one little girl or the other would make a noise and one parent or another would tell them to shut up. Then they threatened to smack them.
And then, just as quickly, the mother would go all gooey and start talking to either the baby or one of the girls in babytalk, play little games, and tell the girls how proud she was of them that they had learned some Spanish word in school. The father did the same.
Then they'd go back to sniping at one another and telling the girls to shut up.
It went back and forth like that the entire time I was there.
Some people. 
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