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To give a bit of a back story here, my uncle recently remarried. he goes for the more "strong" kind of woman, a woman who is in charge essentially. this is fine, his past wife was like that and she was awesome. but this woman proceeded to piss off our whole family. we welcome in anyone, even friends, into our family with open arms. but she thought that the best way to be welcomed into the family was by barging in forcfully and shoving herself down our throats. within a week or two of marrying our uncle she DEMANDED we call her Aunt lucy (not her name, but we barely knew her and she wanted us to call her "aunt"). this ticked alot of the cusins off and they all proceeded to NEVER call her aunt because of this.
at my moms vow renewal with my father, she showed up to the ceremony (which was catered by an awesome resturaunt) with a box of ziplocks.... not for anyone else, just her. when it was all over, she bagged as much as she could... leaving me... the friggen son of the party throwers and college student... with no left overs.
from then on every family member outside her immediate family promised that they would give me, and the other cusins in college, all the left overs and tell her to back off. which has happened at EVERY party since.
ok... so you get the idea of how I am not a fan of her.... this is how she is an SC though. we were going to an awesome pizza place with me, my mom, my dad, my uncle, my step aunt and her two kids (one being 10(boy) and the other being 16(Girl)). we get our seats and right away she starts complaining. she says it's too hot... but everyone is comfortable. she demands the server raise the AC... which is impossible since that controls the AC in the whole place, so he tells her he'll try. when it doesn't get colder she just pouts.
we start taking our orders and she proceeds to yell at her son. not like a mother, but like a 12 year old sister would. "hurry up!" "gawd... why does it take you this long to choose" "I'm hungry! comeoooooooonnnnn". My nails were digging into the tables surface... we haven't even ordered yet and I knew where this was going. the server showed up, we all take our orders and drink orders, and he walks off. she then tells everyone we should move downstairs because it's colder down there. I tell her she can't because this is the servers section and we already took our orders... plus we had a wait, so all those tables are either called for or taken. she pouts and says that's not right and we should move anyway. I give her a death glare and say "I have worked in a resturaunt, and unless you want some special ingrediants in your food, I would suggest staying where you are and causing a little less trouble". she gasps at this and questions me on the matter. I just kinda brush her off after a while and change the subject.
a few moments pass... we all have our drinks and are chatting up when she starts complaining again. she flags the server and asks where her sons food is. he says "well... we bring all the food out at the same time". she yells at him and says that she knows his grilled cheese doesn't take long and she wants it out for him now! he nods and goes away. she starts complaining about how stupid it is that they would hold their orders... i roll my eyes at her.
he brings out her sons food and he starts eating. she begins picking fries off his plate and telling him how to eat. he is 10, he knows how to eat now, but she won't leave him alone. he asks her to not eat his fries and she yells at him, saying that she is his mother and he should share. I'm getting mad at this point... well... i was earlier... but that poor kid.
our food finally comes out and we all start eating. she complains her pizza is too thin... ok... this place we are at specializes in VERY thin (cracker thin) pizza. that is what they are famous for. she demands a different pizza. we all tell her that the thin pizza is their normal pizza, but she demands a new one anyway. yelling at the server for not telling her how thin it was. we are all getting pissed now. so he takes it back and gets them to make a deep dish pizza. when she does get it, we are all done eating and now waiting on her. the whole time she is complaining about how terrible the pizza is, how terrible our server is, and how hot it is... I couldn't take it and kind of snapped "you know lucy... I think you're the only one having problems, and maybe the one starting them." she glared at me and giggled after a second because she thought I was kidding.
when our check finally showed she didn't tip... my mom and dad (and me) proceeded to add twice as much for our tip and a small note at the bottom of the servers check saying sorry for our bitch step aunt. In the car I told my folks I was never going out to dinner with her ever again, and to never invite me along if she is there.
at my moms vow renewal with my father, she showed up to the ceremony (which was catered by an awesome resturaunt) with a box of ziplocks.... not for anyone else, just her. when it was all over, she bagged as much as she could... leaving me... the friggen son of the party throwers and college student... with no left overs.
from then on every family member outside her immediate family promised that they would give me, and the other cusins in college, all the left overs and tell her to back off. which has happened at EVERY party since.ok... so you get the idea of how I am not a fan of her.... this is how she is an SC though. we were going to an awesome pizza place with me, my mom, my dad, my uncle, my step aunt and her two kids (one being 10(boy) and the other being 16(Girl)). we get our seats and right away she starts complaining. she says it's too hot... but everyone is comfortable. she demands the server raise the AC... which is impossible since that controls the AC in the whole place, so he tells her he'll try. when it doesn't get colder she just pouts.
we start taking our orders and she proceeds to yell at her son. not like a mother, but like a 12 year old sister would. "hurry up!" "gawd... why does it take you this long to choose" "I'm hungry! comeoooooooonnnnn". My nails were digging into the tables surface... we haven't even ordered yet and I knew where this was going. the server showed up, we all take our orders and drink orders, and he walks off. she then tells everyone we should move downstairs because it's colder down there. I tell her she can't because this is the servers section and we already took our orders... plus we had a wait, so all those tables are either called for or taken. she pouts and says that's not right and we should move anyway. I give her a death glare and say "I have worked in a resturaunt, and unless you want some special ingrediants in your food, I would suggest staying where you are and causing a little less trouble". she gasps at this and questions me on the matter. I just kinda brush her off after a while and change the subject.
a few moments pass... we all have our drinks and are chatting up when she starts complaining again. she flags the server and asks where her sons food is. he says "well... we bring all the food out at the same time". she yells at him and says that she knows his grilled cheese doesn't take long and she wants it out for him now! he nods and goes away. she starts complaining about how stupid it is that they would hold their orders... i roll my eyes at her.
he brings out her sons food and he starts eating. she begins picking fries off his plate and telling him how to eat. he is 10, he knows how to eat now, but she won't leave him alone. he asks her to not eat his fries and she yells at him, saying that she is his mother and he should share. I'm getting mad at this point... well... i was earlier... but that poor kid.
our food finally comes out and we all start eating. she complains her pizza is too thin... ok... this place we are at specializes in VERY thin (cracker thin) pizza. that is what they are famous for. she demands a different pizza. we all tell her that the thin pizza is their normal pizza, but she demands a new one anyway. yelling at the server for not telling her how thin it was. we are all getting pissed now. so he takes it back and gets them to make a deep dish pizza. when she does get it, we are all done eating and now waiting on her. the whole time she is complaining about how terrible the pizza is, how terrible our server is, and how hot it is... I couldn't take it and kind of snapped "you know lucy... I think you're the only one having problems, and maybe the one starting them." she glared at me and giggled after a second because she thought I was kidding.
when our check finally showed she didn't tip... my mom and dad (and me) proceeded to add twice as much for our tip and a small note at the bottom of the servers check saying sorry for our bitch step aunt. In the car I told my folks I was never going out to dinner with her ever again, and to never invite me along if she is there.
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