I met a friend for lunch in a family friendly pub. Today is the last day of the Christmas break, so all the kids go back to school tomorrow (and me boo!) So there were quite a few families in the pub.
A couple sat at the table next to me and my friend. We might as well have been sat with them, because we could hear everything they were saying. They also had a small girl with them, probably about two years old. Probably less. They let the girl out of her pram, and allowed her to wander around their table.
Soon, the little girl got a little adventurous, and started wandering further, and further away. But adults were too engrossed in their conversation to notice (or care). The mother finally noticed.
M: SAPHRON! SAPHRON! (yes that was seriously the child's name) COME AND SIT NEXT TO MUMMY SWEETIE!
The child didn't listen. She just carried on wandering about, dodging customers and staff. The child then disappeared around a corner and out of sight. Part of me wanted to say something, but I have been burned so many times by the public, that I just didn't bother.
About ten minutes passed, and the mother turned around.
M: Well, I suppose I'd better see where she's got to. SAPHRON! SAPHRON!
The mother and friend (I really don't think he was the father) started looking around, but they couldn't see her. I could hear a bit of panic in her voice.
M: SAPHRON! SAPHRON! OH MY GOD! I CAN'T FIND HER! SHE'S GONE! SAPHRON! SAPHRON! OH MY GOD!
F: I'm sure she can't have gone far.
M: SAPHRON! ANSWER MUMMY! SAPHRON!
The mum is standing there, screeching and panicking...but she hasn't actually moved away from her table, and is still sipping her drink.
F: Oh, I can see her!
M: Where?!?!
F: She's just under a table over there.
M: Oh well, that's OK then.
They sat down and carried on drinking! Eventually, a member of staff came over.
S: Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to keep your child with you. She is disturbing other customers.
M: Oh, well, when she comes back over here, I will keep her here.
S: Can you go over and get her please?
M: Huh! Well, I can tell YOU don't have any children!
S: Excuse me?
M: I cannot go over there and collect her! That's bad parenting! I have to let her make the choice to come to me! You know nothing about children!
S: I have three children myself, so either go over there and get her, or get out.
M: Hmph!
The mother stormed over to the other side of the pub, yanked the child by the arm, and dragged her screaming back to the table. The mother then noticed that she had a massive beer stain all over her dress.
M: SAPHRON! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR DRESS?!?!
Saphron is too busy screaming to answer. M turned to the member of staff.
M: I want to see a manager about my little Saphron's dress! She has quite clearly sat in some old beer! Weren't you watching her to make sure she didn't do that!?!
S:
The manager went over, and the mother entered a full scale rant about how the pub was a "dangerous environment" for her child, showing the ruined dress as evidence, and continually repeated "Your staff should have been watching her to make sure she didn't ruin her best dress!!" I could see that the manager was grinding her teeth.
Manager: YOU'RE the one that should be watching YOUR child, not us! I remember you from last week! Lovely Saphron here broke a very expensive vase didn't she?
M: That was an ACCIDENT! Her dress is ruined and I want compensation!
Manager: Well, that vase was probably a lot more expensive than that dress, so how about I bill you for that as well?
M: YOU. ARE. RUDE! COME ON SAPHRON! WE'RE LEAVING!
She took the still screaming child and her friend and left. My head was actually pounding from it all. Thank God I don't have to deal with crap like that anymore.
A couple sat at the table next to me and my friend. We might as well have been sat with them, because we could hear everything they were saying. They also had a small girl with them, probably about two years old. Probably less. They let the girl out of her pram, and allowed her to wander around their table.
Soon, the little girl got a little adventurous, and started wandering further, and further away. But adults were too engrossed in their conversation to notice (or care). The mother finally noticed.
M: SAPHRON! SAPHRON! (yes that was seriously the child's name) COME AND SIT NEXT TO MUMMY SWEETIE!
The child didn't listen. She just carried on wandering about, dodging customers and staff. The child then disappeared around a corner and out of sight. Part of me wanted to say something, but I have been burned so many times by the public, that I just didn't bother.
About ten minutes passed, and the mother turned around.
M: Well, I suppose I'd better see where she's got to. SAPHRON! SAPHRON!
The mother and friend (I really don't think he was the father) started looking around, but they couldn't see her. I could hear a bit of panic in her voice.
M: SAPHRON! SAPHRON! OH MY GOD! I CAN'T FIND HER! SHE'S GONE! SAPHRON! SAPHRON! OH MY GOD!
F: I'm sure she can't have gone far.
M: SAPHRON! ANSWER MUMMY! SAPHRON!
The mum is standing there, screeching and panicking...but she hasn't actually moved away from her table, and is still sipping her drink.
F: Oh, I can see her!
M: Where?!?!
F: She's just under a table over there.
M: Oh well, that's OK then.
They sat down and carried on drinking! Eventually, a member of staff came over.
S: Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to keep your child with you. She is disturbing other customers.
M: Oh, well, when she comes back over here, I will keep her here.
S: Can you go over and get her please?
M: Huh! Well, I can tell YOU don't have any children!
S: Excuse me?
M: I cannot go over there and collect her! That's bad parenting! I have to let her make the choice to come to me! You know nothing about children!
S: I have three children myself, so either go over there and get her, or get out.
M: Hmph!
The mother stormed over to the other side of the pub, yanked the child by the arm, and dragged her screaming back to the table. The mother then noticed that she had a massive beer stain all over her dress.
M: SAPHRON! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR DRESS?!?!
Saphron is too busy screaming to answer. M turned to the member of staff.
M: I want to see a manager about my little Saphron's dress! She has quite clearly sat in some old beer! Weren't you watching her to make sure she didn't do that!?!
S:

The manager went over, and the mother entered a full scale rant about how the pub was a "dangerous environment" for her child, showing the ruined dress as evidence, and continually repeated "Your staff should have been watching her to make sure she didn't ruin her best dress!!" I could see that the manager was grinding her teeth.
Manager: YOU'RE the one that should be watching YOUR child, not us! I remember you from last week! Lovely Saphron here broke a very expensive vase didn't she?
M: That was an ACCIDENT! Her dress is ruined and I want compensation!
Manager: Well, that vase was probably a lot more expensive than that dress, so how about I bill you for that as well?
M: YOU. ARE. RUDE! COME ON SAPHRON! WE'RE LEAVING!
She took the still screaming child and her friend and left. My head was actually pounding from it all. Thank God I don't have to deal with crap like that anymore.

Let the child CHOOSE to come to you? If I let Khan CHOOSE what he wanted to do all the time, he would have put out both his eyes and broken the Wii and snapped his neck and killed the cat and fallen down the ravine in the back of the house...
Sorry you had to deal with that on the last day of your vacation, but I've had my moment of righteous indignation for the day, so hooray.

--- Sheldonrs
. Like others have said if you let them choose all the time they would be killed or maimed or god knows what.
x infinity

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