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(note: this post mentions children in restaurants. please do not make this a debate and get it closed. I will be really unhappy if it leads to that.)
This happened last night when DaDairyDruid and I went out for dinner. We went to the local IHOP (same one that screwed up my food). It seems it's changed hands and when I went for my birthday meal there was a new person managing the place. The woman is really nice. This bit is important.
Anyway, we went in after going to the gym to have a nice meal and were sat down by a family who seemed very dysfunctional. The oldest daughter was goading the youngest to do things which would get him reprimanded by the mother. Youngest would cry and the grandmother would haul off and smack the daughter.
Not too long after we were seated, two more families with small children came in and sat near us.
I tried not to pay attention, but several minutes of screaming children was enough to set me on edge. I was close to saying screw it because DaDairyDruid was having one of his 'I have no idea what I want' moments. It happens, I do it all the time, and we're both used to this.
We got our drinks and the manager came to offer us a refill as they were suddenly unusually slammed at close to 8pm on a Friday. I think she could tell we were uncomfortable being around so many little kids and offered to move us to another area. We were both grateful. I realize that you get kids in a family restaurant, but I swear we were magnets for them last night.
This happened last night when DaDairyDruid and I went out for dinner. We went to the local IHOP (same one that screwed up my food). It seems it's changed hands and when I went for my birthday meal there was a new person managing the place. The woman is really nice. This bit is important.
Anyway, we went in after going to the gym to have a nice meal and were sat down by a family who seemed very dysfunctional. The oldest daughter was goading the youngest to do things which would get him reprimanded by the mother. Youngest would cry and the grandmother would haul off and smack the daughter.
Not too long after we were seated, two more families with small children came in and sat near us.
I tried not to pay attention, but several minutes of screaming children was enough to set me on edge. I was close to saying screw it because DaDairyDruid was having one of his 'I have no idea what I want' moments. It happens, I do it all the time, and we're both used to this.
We got our drinks and the manager came to offer us a refill as they were suddenly unusually slammed at close to 8pm on a Friday. I think she could tell we were uncomfortable being around so many little kids and offered to move us to another area. We were both grateful. I realize that you get kids in a family restaurant, but I swear we were magnets for them last night.
(or race, or sex, or sexual orientation, or lifestyle, or abilities, or anything else you can think of). From 2 year old pink & purple gay aliens to 60 year old white haired little old ladies, everyone is welcome - but if they can't be civil, quiet, and not annoy those around them, then out they go 
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